Jun/Jul 1998

e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t   a u t h o r


Jim Rushton

Spice and Cymbal and Guitar

maybe she's fun to talk to
I wouldn't know

I Called You

On the bus it occurred to me
your face is like a bruise in my heart.

How Much I Love Life, How Much I Deny Life

the language led you on in those days
because of snowshoes and naive destiny

The Scars on the Wrist

The blood surges below.
What surfaces can't walk.

Hey Jeff Dykstra

you and me
two Canadian blues artists
who can't sing