I refer to Vancouver as Ghost Town because sometimes there is no one in sight, even in the middle of the day. As a New Yorker, I find this unsettling. My chapbook, "Ghost Town, USA" features five years of poems and observations of life in The 'Couve. If you'd like to order a copy, email me, or visit Cover to Cover Books or Angst Gallery in Vancouver.
I will occasionally post new Ghost Town entries. Your comments are always welcome.
GHOST TOWN, USA January 2009
Sign outside a church:
GIVE GOD WHAT IS RIGHT NOT WHAT IS LEFT
GHOST TOWN, USA February 2009
February 14 Waiting for the #32 Evergreen Blvd. & U St.
Man to his son, who is digging in the back yard: “You’re gonna do good when I sell you to those Chinese people.” “No, “I’m not!”
Upper middle class women and their mothers take Hummers to Safeway to pick up poinsettias and birthday cakes: you never know when you might encounter an Iraqi insurgent hiding in the dairy aisle or a tweaker with a Rocket Propelled Grenade Launcher
GHOST TOWN, USA March 2009
Graffiti inside the stall of a Clark College men’s room:
My Ass can Beatbox! Gay? That’s Okay! Strait? You’re Second Rate!
Aurora Gallery Main Street First Friday Artwalk March 6
“He had an Irish name I can’t remember. I don’t remember Irish names so good.”
Clark College Tutoring Center Annex: “I broke my last boyfriend’s nose twice. I walked in on him
fucking someone else in my Mom’s bed….That reminds me—
I need to make a quiche."