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Verlie Burroughs is a west coast writer from Vancouver Island.


Pandora's Box

Fragments lifted from the pages of the long letter I've been writing to myself forever.

If self indulgent please excuse me. It's too late now, they are out of the box.

New Years Poem 2000


snowed in

saturated with the

sweet fat of your




and bones

looking forward

to a handful

of earth to eat

you carry on.

You have a future

but you missed

the boat

you coloured

outside the


you declined

and now

you wade through it

the stream of things

you push

you carry on.

There is a lull

the snow

is dropping

a forgotten joy

is melting

you go with the flow

you carry on.

You brush your hair

you feed the cats

you walk the dog

you see the

world in bright

bursts of light

you get the timing right

you carry on.

Me 2006

Manic and madness

and afternoon tea.

Another murdered day

and the suspect is me!

June 6 2009

A day at the beach

kicking sand around

in my head.

edges everywhere

no baseline

boxes made of lace

enclosing the deep

dark shade of summer.

© 2011 Verlie Burroughs

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