Category Archives: Montreal

fold away

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garage doors

honey comb

poolside

just can’t stay away

the flash is back

parking lot blues

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pool closed

In A Tunnel

Listpoem Amy Vaillancourt

 

run off

 Amy Vaillancourt

canal truck stop

An epic adventure along a dead dream.

lines

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the tunnel

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ice cold

in to the cave of our minds

thick with icy dreams

and thawed sparkles

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take a seat, i’ve got two

listpoem

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convex

montreal and listpoem, nyx and wren

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hung out to dry

montreal's street team, listpoem is in your backyard.

listpoem knows about your underwear

the parade

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bring me the sky

 

 

blue bird

 

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building dreams

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Just Cos’

heavy metal

some salvaged flesh of a dead laptop.

some scraps on the floor.

some skin in twisted shards.

new shapes

and stray cats

sending out a signal

can you hear me?

the wall

 

raccoon candy-cane



flavor of the week.

old fashioned friends

the light lowered
words lessoned
a photo was snapped and then night came.

out for a walk



cage. bird.




feast on this

a hot summer day


hints of summer’s shadow

soon the leaves will fall
then the snow will follow
in gusts of swirling silence

can do




stone wall


layers on layers

full reach rapunzel


not half full



all that was in the pool is on her mind

vaillancourt and toes.


if you seek a body a water
to cool your feathers,
you may run into amy
and her pet duck, toes.
they never leave each others side.
often, in pursuit of a sitting pond,
they must resort to hoping fences
and illegally quenching their thirsts.

standing giants


steel skeletons exposed against the sky.
a perch for only the bravest of birds.
standing giants

crushed

the street hits back.

tree top treason


yellow sun burns

even the trees were crying

futuristic sailors



the nautical hour of brilliant light

forecasting our sights
into falling night

been a long time, your clothes or mine?

mustard and chartreuse
wending your way
burgeoning feathers loose
goodbye, you say

highway prism


the turcot interchange was originally built as a “dramatic” display of montreal’s global position as a metropolis, yet it has become a crumbling problem. its design accommodated both ships and trains to pass underneath its expansive footprint and in this case, deviant youth.

Interdit


you may have been there before but not anymore

broken glass

in the darkened belly of places left to sit
creatures become silhouettes against
the light of the whirlwind sun.
gaze they do out into the world
trapped by their own innards
and insecurity.

crush it

undercovers


untouched snow where green grass grows

pigeon playground



last leg of the journey


ominous buildings conceal the snarl toothed beauty of nature.

outer body experience



lucid perch

moments fluttering with contemplation, self-reflection
images of escaping reality.
an attempt at being grounded
left as shadows cast upon the horizontal.