All the reds on Prince Edward Island. The greens driving over Ontario and into Quebec, without pause. Phone calls to Saskatoon and Calgary. Stoned in Vancouver with waiters. A house party in Winnipeg in February with painters. Montreal when it rains. Blair upstairs sleeping. Two yellow dogs at Blooming Point. The light from the light over the oven, just now. The buzzing of the electric light in here, also now. The waterfront this afternoon. Today. The undulating seas of red, everywhere today. The first whif of love. Heads rolling huge Canada Day joints, while giant flags flutter along in time. Finding Megan and her son. The view from the patio into the night, out of the past. "The prettiest thing you will see all night". It's the moon he is talking about, it's hung like a painting. Walking down the upstairs. The divine as well as the terrible. Echoes you can't quite make out. Thw sound of yes. How memory is yours. To remember. To forget. To care and be crushed. When you are ready to step in again. What brotherhood is like. All of the failures accumulated in the world. All of the trust and hope and sex and dreams too. Here, having said all that, is Forget Magazine, for you, on Canada Day.

Published On: July 1, 2007
Permanent Location: http://www.forgetmagazine.com/070701.htm