| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | 1920's Flicker | John Dillinger and Baby-Faced Nelson | | 22 | 182 |
| 2: | A Face | A face in the mist, with rain around, | | 5 | 270 |
| 3: | A Thief's Notebook | Baggage. Banal brigands, | | 9 | 166 |
| 4: | Ace Of Spades | Parable as metaphor - | | 21 | 200 |
| 5: | Adua | Adua had never regarded his life as a pantomime. | | 10 | 147 |
| 6: | Adventurer | How desert islands | | 24 | 181 |
| 7: | Adversaries | He held his hands like plastic - | | 19 | 177 |
| 8: | Ahoy | Image throttled in the subconscious, | | 24 | 166 |
| 9: | Airbrush | Iced coffee, | | 28 | 160 |
| 10: | Alcatraz | White ibis/blue crane, | | 18 | 155 |
| 11: | Ambergris City | Felt no pain against the water, | | 15 | 160 |
| 12: | Amherst Island | In winter, you were | | 33 | 161 |
| 13: | Ancestral Memory | Patrician to my plebian, | | 22 | 137 |
| 14: | Ancient Of Days | It's Epsom but could pass for Epping, | | 23 | 177 |
| 15: | And Then Some | The anger past | | 25 | 178 |
| 16: | Animals And The Stars | Crickets are a strange place, | | 16 | 158 |
| 17: | Antarctica | Perhaps it is needed to balance the planet: to provide | | 35 | 156 |
| 18: | Approaching Thirty (Lauds And Matins) | Laconic tears or Botticelli's Venus | | 22 | 181 |
| 19: | Asgard | In the ardour | | 12 | 146 |
| 20: | At The Red Throat | In youth, Death was | | 46 | 153 |
| 21: | Automobile Soft Legs | Now, it came to pass that a seasoned young diner | | 13 | 166 |
| 22: | Barbary White | How death will steal, from life, to claim us all, | | 4 | 158 |
| 23: | Bargaining Unit | The man about to become a sparrow | | 23 | 114 |
| 24: | Bedroom Glass | Counted three white pigeons | | 10 | 203 |
| 25: | Bee An Apple | The taste of an apple, | | 8 | 185 |
| 26: | Begin And Beguile | If brains be gables & minds, say, the shutters | | 24 | 164 |
| 27: | Belize | Giving myself permission to write - | | 99 | 154 |
| 28: | Between Two Stones | They poured hot water into people's cups | | 7 | 159 |
| 29: | Blackamoor | Breaking up - | | 51 | 149 |
| 30: | Bloodcount | My mind had almost died. | | 21 | 154 |
| 31: | Bloodstream | Camping out, a miraculous thing happened. | | 15 | 182 |
| 32: | Blue*Eyed Grasses | Rocky shale, pale voile, | | 20 | 158 |
| 33: | Boca | Nature abhors a vacuum", theorists of both philosophy and politics assure us. | | 180 | 174 |
| 34: | Braggadocio | Chess playing Death | | 62 | 140 |
| 35: | Bravura | Memory as embankment, | | 15 | 151 |
| 36: | Brébeuf | Brébeuf is looking at the land that bears his namesake. | | 5 | 165 |
| 37: | Brushstroke | On rue Vincingetorix, | | 14 | 186 |
| 38: | Buzz Phrase | Down on your luck | | 19 | 153 |
| 39: | Canadian Book Review Annual 1985 | Le voyage exotique devient parfois fantistique. | | 4 | 137 |
| 40: | Candlelight In Black | The ghosts are marmalade | | 23 | 145 |
| 41: | Canvassing | And I thought of things, | | 12 | 160 |
| 42: | Cape Of Good Hope | Poltergeist activity | | 14 | 194 |
| 43: | Carnival And Lent | Jungle, the cave | | 46 | 143 |
| 44: | Casha | A child-like fawn | | 16 | 163 |
| 45: | Casting Rocks | Merely on edge, | | 20 | 179 |
| 46: | Chain Letter | I'm sitting in a "sixties bar." No put-on. | | 27 | 296 |
| 47: | Chance Upon | As she's lying there in sherbet panties | | 18 | 178 |
| 48: | Chemin De Fer | Had I been | | 36 | 179 |
| 49: | Chinatown I | And a little farther | | 10 | 173 |
| 50: | Chinatown-I | As they are crawling up to you | | 10 | 162 |
| 51: | Chopsticks | Only marginal chances | | 11 | 142 |
| 52: | Chrysalis | Fury of chrysalis, or crepuscular caterpillar's roosting nest, | | 19 | 166 |
| 53: | Cienfuegos | The white pin wheel of heat turns up the grasses' edge. | | 16 | 131 |
| 54: | City The Insects Invade | The old man sleeps with his weeping. | | 4 | 155 |
| 55: | Clandestine Operation | The most appropriate comment, | | 13 | 149 |
| 56: | Claws | Unfolding gazes | | 8 | 204 |
| 57: | Clippership | Pausing to see | | 14 | 166 |
| 58: | Cold Passion | The land is barren | | 27 | 158 |
| 59: | Colette | The waitress mainlines | | 19 | 154 |
| 60: | Collusion | A surtax on the ecosystem; | | 10 | 160 |
| 61: | Comments | Unrestrained, imaginative writing. | | 20 | 130 |
| 62: | Comments | Unrestrained, imaginative writing. | | 6 | 162 |
| 63: | Corner Store Fifties Reveille | I met Bear at the 5 n' dime | | 16 | 165 |
| 64: | Countess | The pig's head omelette - | | 18 | 142 |
| 65: | Countess II | Imagining the smoke burnt | | 22 | 171 |
| 66: | Crying Scene | If you're going to drop the gauntlet | | 12 | 152 |
| 67: | Cuando-Cubango | Moths, if they dream dusk, | | 33 | 149 |
| 68: | Cubits | A woman is a trough | | 16 | 199 |
| 69: | Cud | There were a series | | 52 | 195 |
| 70: | Currency | One of the cows was Belladonna, | | 10 | 189 |
| 71: | Darkening Green | My mind, rarely with me alone, | | 7 | 198 |
| 72: | Dash Into Realism: Escape Pad From The Sixties | For one, street argot became tougher. | | 15 | 147 |
| 73: | Debriefing | I won't envy the heat this August. | | 48 | 144 |
| 74: | Desire | Sleep is a striking woman | | 21 | 172 |
| 75: | Desire | Sleep is a striking woman | | 22 | 139 |
| 76: | Devastation | Little red berries are | | 13 | 149 |
| 77: | Dinner At Eight | At times, I thought of swizzling white rum | | 55 | 152 |
| 78: | Distemper | Looking into the glassy crucifix of water. | | 13 | 168 |
| 79: | Dress Rehearsal | The universe is expanding | | 102 | 147 |
| 80: | Dry Guillotine | In my childhood, "Verdun," meant madness. | | 44 | 147 |
| 81: | East Of Oswego | Ticonderoga to Lake George, | | 23 | 209 |
| 82: | Electra | Fantasy, Capri. The edge of a pillow. | | 13 | 207 |
| 83: | Embers | As you enter into dream - | | 8 | 225 |
| 84: | Emptiness | The threadbare uniforms | | 9 | 169 |
| 85: | Empty Warriors | The jungle where the meow goes in, is | | 9 | 142 |
| 86: | Ending Up | reads like | | 17 | 154 |
| 87: | Entry Point | Ants colonized it | | 24 | 220 |
| 88: | Equinox | The four Equinox sisters, | | 44 | 157 |
| 89: | Errands | Somewhere in the distance a dog kept at his baying. | | 17 | 172 |
| 90: | Every Man's Hand | raised against them | | 69 | 162 |
| 91: | Eyes Inside | There's cadence | | 6 | 311 |
| 92: | Eyeshine | I remember the world like a picture. | | 29 | 155 |
| 93: | Fabulist | Riel veritably in a cockpit - | | 29 | 198 |
| 94: | Fence Line | That Captain Kidd scribbling of rock in the fields | | 25 | 172 |
| 95: | Fire Bush | If flies be dragons | | 15 | 174 |
| 96: | Fishing Nets | The polar stars drip in blood . . . | | 9 | 173 |
| 97: | Flashpoint | The moon has a larder | | 33 | 135 |
| 98: | Flood | White ermine/white semen, | | 19 | 178 |
| 99: | For Tom Thomson | I have thrust my fists | | 44 | 169 |
| 100: | Forest Spittle | The preciseness of that little moment, | | 6 | 202 |
| 101: | Fortress Snow | The embankment lies as heavy | | 23 | 141 |
| 102: | Gangland | A sailor, "tatoo you," | | 40 | 187 |
| 103: | Ghost Tales | With leaves twitching | | 20 | 145 |
| 104: | Gladiators | No broken visor, emptied glove | | 7 | 226 |
| 105: | Godiva | Lingerie, | | 20 | 197 |
| 106: | Gossamer Threads | I feel like cutting my finger, | | 12 | 151 |
| 107: | Gourds | A cemetery overgrown | | 6 | 191 |
| 108: | Green Angellights | Green angel lights | | 16 | 157 |
| 109: | Green Eye Shields | I have stars drying in my eyes. | | 12 | 135 |
| 110: | Guadalquivir | In a pleasureless world, pure pleasure exists. | | 19 | 157 |
| 111: | Hamomlette | A VICTIM OF INDIGESTION OR PATRICIDE? | | 10 | 161 |
| 112: | Hannibal | When Hannibal mowed down Romans | | 17 | 122 |
| 113: | Hardcases | I dreamed my toenails | | 75 | 141 |
| 114: | Haunted Child | In the dark of wedlock | | 8 | 180 |
| 115: | Headdress | Stravinsky's Firebird, | | 24 | 157 |
| 116: | Helluland | We built bottlecaps off | | 30 | 147 |
| 117: | Hewanorra | The moon, at most a shudder or two away. | | 18 | 131 |
| 118: | Hidden Agenda | Mariachis, almost a Spanish temperament within those stars, | | 26 | 201 |
| 119: | High Frequency Draw (High Alert) | Les bougies sur les tombeaux | | 4 | 170 |
| 120: | High Roller | Terrorism - | | 121 | 144 |
| 121: | Highgate | Angel Inn, | | 37 | 178 |
| 122: | Homuncular Forms | Cape aux Morts. | | 24 | 146 |
| 123: | Humboldt's Current | Cresta roja wine | | 16 | 172 |
| 124: | Il Giardino | Cloves on the table. | | 18 | 132 |
| 125: | Illuminaire | Elfin & gold bug, | | 19 | 280 |
| 126: | Imagistic | There in the cosmos - | | 15 | 160 |
| 127: | In My Books | The way I figure it, a number of people are | | 15 | 141 |
| 128: | In The Cenote | Under a candlelit operetta | | 24 | 216 |
| 129: | Inside Seam | Having wilderness cracks | | 45 | 122 |
| 130: | Investiture | Our nights have cruel eyes | | 20 | 146 |
| 131: | Isles And Rivulets | On your brow, the steppes of Asia | | 23 | 131 |
| 132: | Jabiru | Clarence, the pipe stem would grow hot with rage | | 9 | 161 |
| 133: | Jagged Wire | A rail fence is more than that on a country dawn | | 14 | 179 |
| 134: | Juniper Trees | Sitting as Buddha on a chocolate juniper | | 27 | 148 |
| 135: | Kindling | As a matter of fact, | | 11 | 163 |
| 136: | King And John Streets (For Isabella Vacancy Crawford) | When the shadows are hungry | | 31 | 172 |
| 137: | Kipper, Tea And Oranges | Our lives evaporating as we talk, | | 14 | 208 |
| 138: | Kith And Kin | Once there was a giant | | 42 | 166 |
| 139: | Knight-Errant | A well-thumbed book | | 56 | 156 |
| 140: | Kublai Khan | The Japanese are coming! Now there's a fresh twist | | 78 | 127 |
| 141: | La Douce Mer | Too greedy hormonal levels, | | 13 | 158 |
| 142: | Landing Schemes | Omens are the cloth of dreams | | 10 | 141 |
| 143: | Lavender | A mind is a ray of light running to the sea; | | 51 | 155 |
| 144: | Leaf Doctor | You said happiness was a bird | | 8 | 186 |
| 145: | Leaves Of The Cecropia Tree | And what of privileged things | | 24 | 181 |
| 146: | Lithuanian Dolls /Consulate Front | These eyes of dolls seem leaden stones | | 30 | 159 |
| 147: | Living Room | If anatomy were a contact sport, | | 16 | 136 |
| 148: | Lolita Gardens | A man weeps at your ankles, | | 24 | 170 |
| 149: | Lost Patrol | Blue walls were grottoes, | | 27 | 156 |
| 150: | Made In Space | Mood food. In deep, deep water | | 15 | 179 |
| 151: | Magpie Tongues | Trillium breath, an ounce | | 21 | 141 |
| 152: | Mail Drop | A boat sits on the very shallows | | 27 | 176 |
| 153: | Malingering | Malingering, | | 10 | 198 |
| 154: | Man | In the old air | | 14 | 154 |
| 155: | Mangroves | How do you survive | | 24 | 157 |
| 156: | Mangroves | How do you survive | | 35 | 180 |
| 157: | Marzipan | A thick hole in the dark | | 35 | 154 |
| 158: | Men Of Shade | All the candles are passing out, one by one. | | 6 | 169 |
| 159: | Metaphor | There is a star near | | 37 | 146 |
| 160: | Midpoint | The thin, feathery blue | | 8 | 150 |
| 161: | Mirage | The intense focus of light | | 17 | 174 |
| 162: | Moccasin | Backwoods cabin, opera house | | 19 | 161 |
| 163: | Moon Dark World | The trees | | 7 | 190 |
| 164: | Moonrock | She wears a cat encrusted T-shirt | | 36 | 157 |
| 165: | Naiad Trance | The leaves on their trumpet flames | | 41 | 194 |
| 166: | Night Fishing At Antibes | A beach back of bric à brac, | | 35 | 338 |
| 167: | Night Sky | I can call a lake a kettle | | 19 | 156 |
| 168: | Night Winds | They made us sit alphabetically in rows. | | 10 | 130 |
| 169: | Northwoods Poem | Watermelon, | | 19 | 137 |
| 170: | Not So Much | I evaded capture today | | 46 | 152 |
| 171: | Ocean Sea | Cueta and Tetuan are outposts within the Arab psyche, | | 52 | 172 |
| 172: | Offerings (A Movement In Four Parts) | The night is folly without the moon, | | 78 | 257 |
| 173: | Old Brompton Road | Death is but a sleep | | 28 | 150 |
| 174: | Onomatopoeia | One thing about this type of education, | | 12 | 188 |
| 175: | Oracabessa | An iron wrought gate of turpentine force conveys little pigment, | | 22 | 160 |
| 176: | Orange Lichens | Orange lichens, in sun-like clusters, | | 21 | 165 |
| 177: | Orifice | To perforate in adumbration, | | 5 | 173 |
| 178: | Palais Royale | The night cold as nuggets, dark as acorn, | | 14 | 146 |
| 179: | Paleface | Old Sawbones, pale as a sheet, | | 19 | 156 |
| 180: | Passageways | Greet the days | | 72 | 176 |
| 181: | Passing | I should be busy with words | | 6 | 180 |
| 182: | Pastiche | These shell-queens, too, | | 48 | 143 |
| 183: | Peculiar Morning | As if every living thing lived, breathed | | 6 | 157 |
| 184: | Pelée | The night before ... | | 29 | 191 |
| 185: | Pelée: May 8, 1902 | With the smile of morning | | 37 | 138 |
| 186: | Pencil Sketches | Staying home, | | 13 | 157 |
| 187: | Penny Wise, Pound Poor | Fall was a tubercular cousin | | 38 | 168 |
| 188: | Perhaps | Perhaps the sky once was shadows, | | 6 | 192 |
| 189: | Picaroon | Scouting the sun | | 67 | 142 |
| 190: | Picpus | The day I went to LaFayette's grave, the | | 37 | 201 |
| 191: | Pillage | It's chess of sorts but | | 35 | 171 |
| 192: | Piltdown Man | Popping out of the dark | | 55 | 149 |
| 193: | Plaudits | Loki, the Norwegian god of mischief, | | 2 | 179 |
| 194: | Plums & Vine | Plums and vine (as the Atlantic is green) | | 10 | 178 |
| 195: | Poetry Canada Poesie | wry humour. | | 4 | 193 |
| 196: | Poets Are Magic Beings | She sits within the Magic Lantern | | 25 | 162 |
| 197: | Pogrom | There is an unhurried resemblance to pain, here, | | 11 | 172 |
| 198: | Point Spread | Off memory | | 69 | 143 |
| 199: | Ponchontas | Years ago, when life was too violent for any to live very old, | | 6 | 159 |
| 200: | Pondicherry | Chess pieces resting upon the jade mantle piece | | 18 | 146 |
| 201: | Pondicherry | Chess pieces resting upon the jade | | 25 | 141 |
| 202: | Preening | The sky is red and comes | | 15 | 170 |
| 203: | Presence Of Mind | Spring heralds the summer with lilacs perched from that door. | | 14 | 174 |
| 204: | Primavera | A poem is perishable and, | | 19 | 148 |
| 205: | Prospectus | In salt flats, | | 18 | 158 |
| 206: | Pyromania | She had a fireplace - | | 11 | 147 |
| 207: | Rain Film | On the night of the rains, | | 21 | 157 |
| 208: | Reading The Tides: Petroglyph Park | A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun | | 35 | 184 |
| 209: | Red Fox (Red Horse Lake) | A magnificent Red Devil | | 16 | 165 |
| 210: | Red Illusions Under Glass | Life as green illusion - | | 15 | 154 |
| 211: | Refresher Course | And he told them "the universe is a ripe apple in heavenly | | 10 | 143 |
| 212: | Regalia | If the rich are different | | 15 | 135 |
| 213: | Regalia | If the rich are different | | 15 | 171 |
| 214: | Resignation | Petals that fall into a woodland pool | | 6 | 218 |
| 215: | Rip | Rip, an inarticulate dog with a namesake derivative of more. | | 11 | 199 |
| 216: | Rites Of Intensification | Did time on the Hegelian | | 13 | 129 |
| 217: | Rocking Horse | Fate is a mahout astride a large elephant, impersonal | | 10 | 143 |
| 218: | Rogue And Privateer | The Squirrel, a corsair, | | 11 | 171 |
| 219: | Rouge And Gray | So much time has passed | | 27 | 138 |
| 220: | Rowing With Crayons | I see children rowing with crayons | | 8 | 166 |
| 221: | Sabbat | Picturesque Tituba, steeped in Obeah, | | 41 | 159 |
| 222: | San Cristobal | A gypsy sits in a taverna | | 44 | 161 |
| 223: | Sanguine | Imagine, being told cubism isn't painting. That | | 77 | 131 |
| 224: | Santo Domingo | In the crypt with Columbus | | 24 | 175 |
| 225: | Seaeggs | The reef was inviting, her languid coral nudging the breakers | | 18 | 177 |
| 226: | Seagulls | I see many thoughts from a window. | | 6 | 226 |
| 227: | Seaward | Whirl of patterned images, | | 17 | 154 |
| 228: | Sentry | In Edvard Munch's painting, The Scream, eyes | | 8 | 195 |
| 229: | Sequin | A youthful bandit | | 24 | 157 |
| 230: | Serenade | A green flotilla, | | 36 | 140 |
| 231: | Serpentine | More fragment of tree | | 13 | 179 |
| 232: | Shamrock | Is there anything prettier than that - | | 30 | 171 |
| 233: | Shivaree | These kettle bells. | | 48 | 177 |
| 234: | Sideway Look | It's snowing and all I can think of | | 19 | 149 |
| 235: | Silver Coins | Seen the whores in doorsteps, | | 12 | 163 |
| 236: | Six Owlets | Six owlets sitting in a tree, | | 12 | 250 |
| 237: | Sixties Hangover | We have all been here before. | | 22 | 138 |
| 238: | Skin | Her emerald top | | 24 | 168 |
| 239: | Skootematta | Sheldrake, a magician | | 18 | 135 |
| 240: | Slaughterhouse | You're the aggressor | | 44 | 130 |
| 241: | Sleigh Bells | In fury, come the Heavens, | | 8 | 162 |
| 242: | Slipper | When I was very young | | 12 | 168 |
| 243: | Smears | A snowy morning | | 5 | 189 |
| 244: | Smokestack | A small fish, | | 8 | 186 |
| 245: | Southwark | I noticed a bust of Shakespeare, an effigy in stone with | | 19 | 143 |
| 246: | Spanked | Buying up egg rolls at 50¢ a kick, | | 15 | 147 |
| 247: | Stillness | Invitingly, the sea shines her stars, | | 12 | 160 |
| 248: | Stone Guide | She was fading - | | 12 | 150 |
| 249: | Street Scene | No open barge | | 8 | 173 |
| 250: | Summer's Clock | Two is a fonder number gracing the clock than one | | 4 | 146 |
| 251: | Sweet Water | The leaves lie hidden as spades about their home. | | 16 | 150 |
| 252: | Swords And Roses | Some lives have themes. | | 68 | 164 |
| 253: | Tales Of Brave Ulysses | Artists (astrologers never lie) | | 24 | 154 |
| 254: | Tank-Top | I was playing sonatas on your skin - | | 34 | 167 |
| 255: | Teeter-Totter | He was Popeye the Sailor Man | | 14 | 140 |
| 256: | Terminal Living | The image complete | | 115 | 168 |
| 257: | Testimony | When snow falls, there lives | | 10 | 167 |
| 258: | The Assignation (Pons Asinorum) | Many devils are in woods, in waters, in wilderness and in dark, | | 28 | 187 |
| 259: | The Bay Of Cortes | The sea is a requisitioned article in my possession. | | 24 | 148 |
| 260: | The Bells | The dangling of bells | | 17 | 152 |
| 261: | The Bloodfish | A story about tears that became minnows and sobs large fishes in their place. | | 5 | 179 |
| 262: | The Breath Of Candles | The breath of candles, | | 7 | 129 |
| 263: | The Bullfrog | He sat with no more compunction | | 21 | 162 |
| 264: | The Burning | The sun is a burning magnet on the water. | | 24 | 193 |
| 265: | The Cable Car | The Haitian effect of stars | | 18 | 162 |
| 266: | The Camera Cage | As a child, all common sense decreed | | 20 | 164 |
| 267: | The Clearing That Is The Trees | I want to go walking in troubled marshes | | 51 | 151 |
| 268: | The Crowkeeper | I see grindstones in the sky, | | 33 | 173 |
| 269: | The Draper's Cloth | I imagine stars at the dragon's tail, | | 20 | 190 |
| 270: | The East Is Red | We can survive a nuclear War. It's scarcely credible, | | 89 | 155 |
| 271: | The Elysian Fields | The Elysian fields | | 23 | 167 |
| 272: | The Encounter | Today surprised me | | 8 | 150 |
| 273: | The Garden | And like a cobbler at a bench | | 30 | 167 |
| 274: | The Garden Patch | Gourd was taken to task when she understood the limitations | | 10 | 159 |
| 275: | The Gathering Of Dead Wood | The gathering of dead wood - driven, | | 18 | 172 |
| 276: | The Gingham Dream Utterance | As I watch the clouds assemble, steam-ship fashion | | 28 | 155 |
| 277: | The Glowworm | In slow sutures of pale white - | | 15 | 179 |
| 278: | The Hire | Corn's high this year," chirped the old woman | | 25 | 166 |
| 279: | The Hydaspes | And I, cooing in my saddle, with lost time. | | 18 | 191 |
| 280: | The Intruder | The colouring of spacious flowers rove delicious to the eye. | | 16 | 159 |
| 281: | The Jolly Tupper | Sun on the eiderdown | | 18 | 342 |
| 282: | The Keeper Of The Jewel | The keeper of the jewel. | | 13 | 180 |
| 283: | The Monarch | She wanted her beauty too soon and must now forfeit it for the moment. | | 5 | 162 |
| 284: | The Necklace Garden | For my part, I spied red berries | | 33 | 150 |
| 285: | The Nightlamp | Like a wail in the back of an inflammed throat | | 11 | 175 |
| 286: | The Pelly, The Powder And The Snake | The cowboy's overriding presence in North America | | 9 | 155 |
| 287: | The Poetry Pond | Everyone is a poet, or so the philosopher said. The world teems | | 37 | 175 |
| 288: | The Potato Eaters | The potato eaters | | 15 | 151 |
| 289: | The Rake's Progress | I borrow De Quincey's Confessions | | 22 | 159 |
| 290: | The River Cuts A Channel | People with money but no fortune | | 7 | 165 |
| 291: | The Sandpit | Bertrand had been surprised by the recoil of his father's rifle. | | 16 | 176 |
| 292: | The Spoken Word | I touch your | | 13 | 153 |
| 293: | The Strongbox | He was always the one to figure things, | | 24 | 168 |
| 294: | The Toronto Star | The poetry is fine... rewarding reading... | | 4 | 208 |
| 295: | The Toronto Star, Saturday, November 30, 1985 | Bare bones future | | 11 | 165 |
| 296: | The Treasure Ships | Rich ornamental procession | | 36 | 170 |
| 297: | The Wager | I can live an adventuresome life vicariously through my characters. | | 49 | 187 |
| 298: | The Waters Of The Bay Lie Beneath | An abandoned house | | 31 | 201 |
| 299: | The Woodsman | Barely annoying the woods, | | 20 | 191 |
| 300: | The World Of Dying Love | The long finger of blackness is holding its head for us. | | 19 | 135 |
| 301: | The World Of Tezcatlipoca | the fourth state of water in its plasmic state | | 23 | 143 |
| 302: | This Way To The Sixties: John Lennon's Death Five Years After | It was a red letter day and all within a decade, the sixties. | | 43 | 144 |
| 303: | Tickings Of A Clock | I began to see old lanterns, books | | 22 | 163 |
| 304: | Tide Charts | To create dream - | | 64 | 157 |
| 305: | To Cross The Bay | I wouldn't try a crossing in weather like this | | 21 | 165 |
| 306: | To Sit Arrayed | To sit arrayed | | 19 | 134 |
| 307: | Toronto | Quennelles. Lady of the Gold Horse with Diamond Eyes. | | 9 | 157 |
| 308: | Toronto | In Toronto, trendy bars absolutely must have a theme | | 31 | 155 |
| 309: | Trespass | I would imagine | | 6 | 172 |
| 310: | Triangular Trade | I would watch him lifting | | 11 | 204 |
| 311: | Trinkets | My mind a buzz saw, | | 12 | 132 |
| 312: | Trout Lake Hotel | The walls don't lack sincerity, here, | | 21 | 141 |
| 313: | Turncoat | Sitting in the spendthrift dark | | 32 | 163 |
| 314: | Tussaud's | In the wax museum with Attila and Genghis and Tamerlane | | 57 | 172 |
| 315: | Twillingate | We all end up badly and | | 21 | 171 |
| 316: | Twinkling Of An Eye | On twin tails of a comet | | 14 | 268 |
| 317: | Undulate, My Tongue | My tongue undulates, a wave to shore, | | 11 | 161 |
| 318: | Unpaginated | Orchestrating violins thru whisky sky | | 63 | 136 |
| 319: | Up From The Floor | They sit in silence. In camera, around the table. | | 8 | 146 |
| 320: | Upturn The Rock | Upon the rocks where the baubles of broken blue glass wink | | 7 | 174 |
| 321: | Vertigo | We're travelling down a carnival road, are met at intersections by | | 19 | 177 |
| 322: | Viewer Mail | The sky was | | 19 | 153 |
| 323: | Village Idiot | Dodder capitulates on his bum, | | 16 | 176 |
| 324: | Voyage | The mystique of the sea, | | 10 | 146 |
| 325: | Vulcans | Adder toothed flowers snake | | 27 | 179 |
| 326: | Wanderlust | Who administers to my needs? | | 61 | 158 |
| 327: | Warhorse | Taken as metaphor ... | | 33 | 170 |
| 328: | Water Fast (The Pearl Fishers) | Shopping in their heads | | 54 | 136 |
| 329: | What Became Of The Sixties? | The "Haight," in Ashbury lived up to its name. | | 18 | 125 |
| 330: | What Colour Is Love? | Sixties idols were built to last. | | 22 | 162 |
| 331: | When I Was A Much Younger Man | When I was a much younger man, | | 48 | 120 |
| 332: | When Labouring To Break | Perhaps one is in prison - | | 21 | 159 |
| 333: | Where | A dark, shadow grey moth | | 12 | 193 |
| 334: | Whisky Girl | I like'em ragged round the rim, | | 9 | 167 |
| 335: | Whispers | Suppose and this is just supposing, | | 16 | 166 |
| 336: | White China Plates I | The moon hummed like a refrigerator, | | 46 | 132 |
| 337: | White China Plates II | You could have driven | | 13 | 155 |
| 338: | Wild Card | Clayton brothers at the corral, | | 10 | 169 |
| 339: | Wincing | You can't go back, | | 22 | 134 |
| 340: | Windfall | Photos along a soft-centred wall | | 38 | 163 |
| 341: | Within Reach | There are two images, | | 30 | 178 |
| 342: | Woodsy Backwoods Poem | I saw Bear | | 30 | 131 |
| 343: | Work In Progress | Two Chinese fellows approached me in a London suburb. | | 100 | 139 |
| 344: | Yellow Hair | With that lime green hairnet | | 13 | 156 |
