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
January 31
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!”
2/28
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.”
3/10
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."
Christopher Luna
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