Under the Covers with Riley Rossmo

Riley Rossmo is a Calgary based comic book artist who has gained recognition for his well detailed and vibrant style of drawing. He has worked on big name comics such as: “Green Wake”, “Rebel Blood”, “Bedlam”, and his latest adventure “Drumhellar”.

“I think [when I first took interest] my grandma gave me a G.I. Joe comic when I was about 5 and sick with a fever. I was hooked after that,” says Riley.

“The second comic I remember reading was Voltron #1 and after that I’d buy used comics from the quarter bin at the local used book/comic/record store,” he adds.

“I’ve always been into drawing narratives. I’d draw little military scenes, animal drawings, fantasy battles, design cars, etc.” he says.

“I was often bored in school so I drew all the time on everything,” Riley says.

“I received my formal training when I was 19 in college,” he shares.

Comic book art is very distinct in nature and always has an emphasis on dramatic flair. Riley draws his inspiration from the real world.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about horror and comics lately. I feel like the grotesque is easy to draw and I’d look at images of road kill, or from slaughter houses for inspiration and apply it pretty directly especially in Rebel Blood and Green Wake,” says Riley.

“The next horror comic I’d like to try and do is something in atmospheric horror,” he adds.

Being a comic book artist wasn’t always his first choice as a career either.

“Yes and no, I didn’t know it was an option really till I got older,” says Riley.

“As a teen the only people I knew in the arts that had careers were tattoo artists and I only really put my mind to doing something in art after I went on a tour of ACAD,” he mentions.

He found his success when his first big comic “Proof” was published by Image Comics.

Each edition to his collection of contributions quickly becomes his favorite series.

“Whatever’s current is always my favourite. I like making, imagining, and building stuff more than putting the final touches on this,” he says.

Most artists usually draw inspiration from the real world, experiences they’ve had, or even some fantastical ideas birthed from the recess of their minds.

“I draw my influences from film, books, comics, locations, etc. and I read a lot and listen to podcasts, when I travel,” says Riley.

“My biggest influences are probably Bill Sienkiewicz, Ego Schiele, John Byrne, and Frank Millar,” he says.

One of his long time collaborators, Kurtis Wiebe, has shared quite a bit of success as well.

“We both lived in Saskatoon for a while. I was interested in doing something new and Kurtis was open to starting a book from the ground up so we came up with a concept and started fleshing it out,” he says.

“It was pretty cool to work like that in the same physical space,” Riley adds.

“When we can work in a back and forth way like that we do good. When talking concepts or pacing, or characters, I like to do it verbally,” he says.

“On Green Wake we’d back and forth a lot and let each other’s’ ideas grow and evolve and it was a real partnership,” Riley adds.

Being artistic has always been important to Riley.

“Drawing is the only thing I’ve ever worked at that hasn’t been a grind,” he says.

Calgary has its own little niche for artists and the city is responding to the success each artist has gained.

“Comics have an interesting place in Calgary,” says Riley.

“ACAD produces a lot of artists and more of them seem to be into comics so the talent pool keeps growing,” he adds.

“Historically there have been some comic giants such as John Byrne, Todd Mcfarlene and Cary Nord from here. The thing about oil and comics is lots of engineers seems to be into comics and with all the wealth in oil lots of big comic art and comic collectors in Calgary can afford to buy stuff,” he mentions.

Some big names such as Guillermo del Toro, the Dalai lama, Rupert Sheldrake and Grant Morrison are people he’d love to meet one day. Grant Morrison is also well known for his contributions to DC comics.

Riley’s steam isn’t running out any time soon. He’s working on some new material that is quickly gaining attention as well.

“My newest book ‘Drumhellar’ (a paranormal road trip set in small town America), came out in November and I’m pretty excited about it,” he says.

“I’m co-plotting, penciling, inking and coloring it,” he adds.

Riley Rossmo has contributed to: “Seven Sons” (Ait/Planet Lar), “Proof” (Image Comics), “Cowboy Ninja Viking” (Image Comics), “Green Wake” (Image Comics), “Rebel Blood” (Image Comics), “Daken The Dark Walverin” (Marvel Comics), “Debris” (Image Comics), “Bedlam” (Image Comics), “Adventures of Superman” (DC Comics), “Dia de la Muertos” (Image Comics), and “Drumhelar” (Image Comics).


The Man behind the Masses

Rich Aucoin is an indie rock experimental solo artist from Halifax, Nova Scotia whose sound cannot be simply put into words.  As a collaborator to the instrumental supergroup, “The Hylozoists”, he has put out an EP titled “Public Publication, a studio album “We’re All Dying To Live,” and is currently working on his upcoming 2nd studio LP “Ephemeral”.

 Rich Aucoin takes an experimental approach to writing. In an interview on MTV Canada, Rich said he likes to watch movies with the sound off and compose music to coincide with it.

Where many would sit down with a group and work out arrangements in a well-mannered fashion, he’s found a niche that just might be the coolest way to write any song.

 “I write all my music influenced by visuals and compose my pop songs like they’re scores for a film,” says Rich Aucoin.

 “So all the songs I’ve released also sync up to a visual and film with many synchronicities occurring between the visuals and the audio,” he says.

 Living in a reality where you visualize how the music would sound feels like a place where ultimate creative freedom can birth.

 With visuals taking an important role in his music, it isn’t a surprise that he’d spend as much time on video as he would the sound.

 “Thematically, the visuals really influence what the song is about too,” he also adds.

 “I think it just gives me a framework for me to visualize certain things about the song right away (i.e. tempo, certain key beats, theme, lyrical suggestions, and duration),” he says.

 Rich Aucoin’s music video for the single “It” parodies pop culture references to famous Hollywood films such as Die Hard and E.T.

 After gaining attention from the masses, and being coined as the greatest opening act in Canada due to audience participation and a giant parachute alongside visuals, he’s working on something even more exciting than the last record.

 “The new record, Ephemeral, syncs to the 1970’s version of Le Petit Prince,” says Rich Aucoin.

 “Other restrictions on the songs other than retelling the story and theme of that amazing book are that the songs are all quite fast and short with the whole record being 10 songs and just under 30mins,” he mentions.

 Rich Aucoin has earned recognition for his talent and music alike.

“This year [2012] marks the inaugural instalment of the Prism Prize, a newly launched award that celebrates the best Canadian music video from the past year. After weeks of lead-up, the organizers have now announced the winner for the prize’s first edition: ‘Brian Wilson is A.L.i.V.E.’ by Rich Aucoin,” from exclaim.ca by Alex Hudson.

“This song appeared on Aucoin’s 2011 album We’re All Dying to Live, while the Noah Pink-directed video followed in September of last year. The unique clip tells the life story of the iconic Beach Boys songwriter by taking Aucoin through a series of Brian Wilson-themed sets on a sound stage,” exclaim adds.

And the music scene is swiftly responding to this recognition by showing support.

The Canadian music scene is sometimes taken as a joke or is rarely talked about as much as the U.S. or Europe, but Rich thinks otherwise when considering A-list talent.

 “[Canada] totally does [have a strong music scene] and such a wide range from Arcade Fire, Drake,  Justin Bieber to Celine Dion and there’s tons of huge artists,” says Rich Aucoin.

 “In the indie world, we’ve got such a huge number of respected artists for such a small population and it’s a very healthy and vibrant scene,” he adds.

It doesn’t hurt having industry heavyweights such as Broken Social Scene or Metric to help break through the musical barriers between indie and mainstream rock/pop.

 Rich has his music tastes just as varied too.

 “I really liked Pink Floyd growing up and film-like pop music,” he says.

 The visual aspect of his career is one that’s as prominent in everyday life as the music.

 “I like photography and visuals for sure,” he adds.

And if he wasn’t a musician, he would love to be a filmmaker and hopes to do that one day.

 With a strong music community backing his decisions, Rich Aucoin is swiftly becoming an indie heartthrob that will resonate throughout the masses for years to come.

 For more on Rich Aucoin check out his website and Facebook page. He might even reply to your answers too.

Rusty Bones

On these feet I carry rust like tracks along a train yard in autumn bloom

As the rain pours down, these empty vessels consume my need for sleep

All the vagrants and the tramps are stowaways on a parade for the bravest meals

Barreling towards the unknown, all those souls get swept away alongside my carriage view

Flask in hand, change in pants, hat on head, workers man, can’t stand the necessities

Luggage stashed beneath the seat, small talk passes between me, my ears and window panes

Powerless and out of time, coal breathes flames and guiltless pints begin to swill my head

Hunger strikes the hour hand, she leans in and we begin to court untimely

Weakened by the fear and doubt, subtle notes are coursing through her lungs as she breathes out

And on the sill I placed my drink, while she adjusts her new confident mentality

Cigarettes and emptiness, passing glances, raindrops racing downward glass and see

My reflection skewed and stretched, under tunnels she pursues and still… yet I digress

Dotting I’s and crossing T’s, swell goodbyes and warm regards for those in time of need

For a while I find myself on a train heading to nowhere and that’s fine with me

Risky Endeavor: The Multimedia

Cale Zebedee, upcoming rock and roll God, is front man bass player for the band “Risky Endeavor.”

In September he sat down with me for an interview to share insights of his band and their plans for new material, rocking the stage, and having a good time playing rock and roll music.

The article was published in SAIT’s The Press online and print newspaper publication:


Cale Zebedee in Photo:

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Risky Endeavor, Trace The Sky, Sharks! On Fire! Old Towns

Risky Endeavor, Trace The Sky, Sharks! On Fire! Old Towns

Their music is catchy and raw, full of old school punk rock feel and new age rock music.

For a sound unlike any other, the link below offers an insight into who Risky Endeavor is:

The band is frequently posting new content on Facebook:


You can get to know them a little better:



Risky Endeavor, Trace The Sky, Sharks! On Fire! Old Towns

And their tunes are often circulating the ‘net:


Risky Endeavor, Trace The Sky, Sharks! On Fire! Old Towns


This Saturday is going to be a show to remember. Protest The Hero, a progressive metal band from Whitby, Ontario, will be shredding at SAIT’s The Gateway with their self-produced, kick-starter funded 4th studio album Volition. This is the first record that isn’t released on a label and didn’t receive any support from a record company. They took other methods to figure out how to continue their stream of hit records by reaching out to their fans. They were able to purchase specific packages through the kick-starter campaign. Fans could purchase the record in advance, buy merchandise such as vinyl, posters, etc., be featured on the new record, and even have a pizza party with the group. This goes to show that you can make a success without having support from a label. This might be a new generation for music and how bands will reach new audiences.

Tonight, Tonight

For the past month I’ve been working on my directorial debut of a music video I arranged for a project’s class at SAIT. The video itself was shot entirely on my Nikon d7000 using an 18-105mm wide angle lens and a 50mm portrait lens. The song is composed and written by Brand New, an alternative rock band from Long Island, New York. The song speaks to me in a way that most songs don’t and the lyrics, although often cryptic, find a way to resonate in my head and won’t leave me anytime soon. I’ve interpreted the lyrics in my own way but the video itself touches on ideas of: lost love, misplacing and forgetting the past, starting over again and emotion in general. The video will be posted later tonight for your viewing pleasure. “This video is going to make me famous,” says Sam McPherson, lead actor and sarcastic friend. Stay tuned.

Young Galaxy: A Profile


Young Galaxy is an indie rock/dream pop Canadian group that originated in Vancouver, B.C. in 2005.

Their sound is compared to Pink Floyd and Luna with elements of shoegaze and electronic-oriented soundscapes.

Originally on Arts&Crafts records (A recording company staple based out of Toronto), they have been releasing under Paper Bag records in recent years with a noticeable stylistic shift towards dance music elements.

Catherine McCandless features a more prominent role as a lead singer.

I watched Young Galaxy perform at SAIT’s The Gateway on September 21st and to my amazement saw a very minimal set up using background projections as an added element to a dream like set list.

The crowd gathered as they hit the stage and everyone was hypnotically entranced holding their gaze upon Catherine’s captivating eyes.

“She sounds like Dolores from The Cranberries,” I heard one audience member say.

The fours would hit the floor and everyone was crooning and dancing with their hands waving like flags.

Doused in 90’s vibes, even down to Catherine McCandless’ outfit of leather overalls to the swept back short hair, the crowd couldn’t help but move to the swaying dream pop resonating throughout the venue.

She gave a deadpan stare and moved elegantly with a shaker in her hand that seemed automated everytime she shook it but instead was rhythmically moving to the beat of the drums.

When they released their self-titled debut album back in 2007, their music was quickly being recognized for its well-crafted songs that carried you to a place you’ve never been to.

Even when you think you haven’t heard them before, you might have caught their tune “The Sun’s Coming up and My Plane’s Going Down” in the Canadian film “Y.P.F (Young People F**king)”.

It’s to no one’s surprise that they’ve accredited praise release after release while expanding their sound to incorporate electronic elements such as midi drums in their foray of instruments.

Their music has shifted in tone but hasn’t lost its edge.

They’ve adopted a more “impressionistic” writing style, says Stephen Ramsay (guitarist/keyboardist/vocalist), instead of using the verse-chorus-verse progression commonly found in all types of music.

Their new album Ultramarine, which was longlisted as a nominee for the sought after Polaris Music Prize, is available in your local music stores.

You can catch Young Galaxy continue their U.S. tour from September 27th through November 10th.

Check out “Embers” from their self-titled release and “Fall For You” off of Ultramarine.

Website: http://younggalaxy.com/

by: Dylan Streifel

Getting a Little ‘Risky’ with Cale Zebedee

Risky Endeavor is a 3 piece group consisting of Cale Zebedee (Bass), Paul Gervais (Drums) and Ryan Landon (Guitar) who are looking to storm the world with their melody driven, good-time-vibe rock and roll.

Cale Zebedee plays bass and shares vocals with Ryan. I sat down with Cale to find out just how “risky” his band could get.

“I’ve always been playing bass since I started [music],” says Cale.

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They originated in Calgary, Alberta contributing to the small but strong and proud music community.

“Music’s a risky endeavor,” says Cale.

“You put a lot into it and hope for something to come out of it,” he adds.

Cale has been in many bands but wishes to have no other affiliation than his current project. Risky Endeavor is looking to make a bigger impact on the music scene.

“We are going to take it as far as it takes us,” Cale shares.

“Until it doesn’t fit us anymore, we don’t care. We would still jam because we are all about having fun but being serious,” he adds.

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Cale is not a stranger to the road either. He has already been on tour across Canada.

“I love the road. There is honestly nothing better than waking up in a new place every few days,” he says.

“The only constant is change,” he shares wisely.

“It’s a whole different lifestyle, but there’s just such a romance you form with it,” he mentions.

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 “I honestly would love to do some Risky touring but we have a few other things to worry about before we do that,” such as getting well known in their hometown first and foremost.

Risky Endeavor is influenced by some of the greats and some not as well known.

Jesse Lacey (lead singer of Brand New) and Dave Grohl (of Nirvana and the Foo Fighters) are among some of their most favorite acts today.

“They just do it for me,” says Cale.

“Ryan Landon is really influenced by Modest Mouse (an indie rock group based out of Washington), and Matthew Good (based out of Vancouver), he shares.

“We all love Matthew Good,” he says proudly.

There are bright futures for these talented young men.

“Risky is going to record for a few months and work on a 2014 release of an EP,” he shares as an insight.

“We really wanted to release something this year but we want to give people the best that we have, so we have been holding off and perfecting songs,” he mentions.

You can catch Cale, Ryan and Paul at their most favorite venue Vern’s Tavern on 8 Ave SW most of the time and at Dickens Pub on 9th Avenue SW coming up.

“Our show’s on the 30th (October). It’s with a bunch of really great touring bands and I feel honoured to be on the bill.

Trace The Sky (members of Dead Eyes Open and The Perfect Trend) from Vancouver, Sharks on Fire from Vancouver, and Old Townes from Edmonton.

“It’s at Dickens Pub. It’s the day before Halloween so we are probably going to dress up,” says Cale.

If you’d like to get dressed up, get risky and get rowdy, be sure to grab your tickets before they run out.

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If we are not enemies

Then we must be lovers

Who shelter and cherish and care for each other


And under bad weather we’re better together

Not fretting on letters and poor misspelled grammar


We are the bridges that connect the few

When lost souls get swept up in knots tied too loose

Where currents get vicious and bodies are bruised

We’ll stand tried and true as the monuments destined to rule


I asked you a question there was no response

But expressions on your face had misplaced all trust


When the leaves start to fall and all the world tumbles slow

I will search through the wreckage to find you a home


It’s all I need to be the monument that holds you up


We are the bridges that connect the few

When lost souls get swept up in knots tied too loose

Where currents get vicious and bodies are bruised

We’ll stand tried and true as the monuments destined to rule


If we are not lovers

Then we must be friends

And by that time I hope that these words never end

The Joyful (Miscreants)


Wayward, you were

Untethered and free

Homebound, was I

Captive and clean


Miscreants daily

Running like waves

Rushing ashore

Devouring remains


Onward we’ll go under our regime

Senseless and reckless, we’ll form our own team

Without a limit, we’ll bend all the rules

And teach them all how to become old news


Angered, you stuttered

Foolish and proud

To demand the juror

That which wasn’t allowed


Always mistreated

We could not protect

The innocence created

From within our heads


Onward we’ll go under our regime

Senseless and reckless, we’ll form our own team

Without a limit, we’ll bend all the rules

And teach them all how to become old news


And we’ll run carefree

Just like they taught us to be

We’ll carry our burdens and cast them to seas

We’ll run like the wind between our teeth

Smiles so big they’re mistaken for beams of light


Until the day that my knees give in

They’ll try to defeat us and chop off our heads

Because it’s not empty, but filled with our dreams

These ideas will flourish, we’ll make history

You Were an Orchard


You were an orchard, I planted my seeds

Within these moments, you grew more than me


I was the child who ran through the streets

Looking for answers to things left unseen


You were the ocean, the sand on my feet

The lighthouse that guided the boats on the sea


I was the child that watched from the shore

As you raised your anchor and sailed henceforth


Why do scattered ashes look like drawings of a former life I once had?

When I find I lose my mind, I’m in a crossfire with no time to leave


I was a turnstile and you were in line

Waiting and walking, you passed through my mind


You were the reason I gave an excuse

To leave on a whirlwind, that words would ring true


I was the umpire who lost all control

When you slid for home base, I never let go


Why do scattered ashes look like drawings of a former life I once had?

When I find I lose my mind, I’m in a crossfire with no time to leave


I’m sketching lines without meaning

Meeting minds without feeling

Like a thief that isn’t stealing

Or a dealer never dealing


Why do I rely on time when clocks keep ticking like untimely death?

‘Cause when I run out of steam, like batteries that dry, where will I go?

Untitled Passive Blow

Still I remember

How we used to walk around in those forests

When the present was still…

When young memories die off

What is left?

What is there to feel?

But when we were young

We would lie in the stars

And watch the grass be swept away by the wind

By your eyes, I was

Holding on to what I couldn’t hold on to

Still clasping empty fists of sand

That sinking feeling that stays inside

This hollowed out, shattered past

Rose coloured glasses

Passive glances

No more stances

Fast romances

Sun will gleam until I find the need to be the greed that seeds dreams

Untitled Tread

Every price set on my head

Is one I can’t afford to pay

In a dream I seem the chosen one

But alone; I did not choose this way

Just like the sea, I drift away

But like the sea, your enemy

We’re putting heroes on our shelves

Disguised them as milestones we can’t live without

We dusted ends of earths to seek

What all there is that’s left to fix

Just like the wind, I will beckon

But like the wind will come an end

When dogs come out at night

Heaving, burdened, bound and chained

And the searchlights find you – standing there

Make a safe haven in me

O Blossoming King

Untie the knot, then the cord and the hooks in the phone

Just like you, cynical, umbilical cords that you pulled

Break out the outbreak; conceal your vaccine from the earth

Disasters as plastered as drinking the nights, says your curse

 For hate turns to whom such as this that is born from within

 Shake down the mountains, the avalanche soon you’d create

And tear out your hair (built a ruin then watched it all fall)

Downward we spin to colossal nightmares we’ve exhumed

And haunting: not monsters, nor demons, unlike those we’ve sinned

 For hate turns to whom such as this that is born from within

 Unlikely proposals, disposable, just like the moon

Sitting in stalls, still appalled that we took the night’s reign

And king for a crown, for a queen, for the grace of his hand

Nightly, we’re pressed on the pillows of skulls, rested head

 For love turns to stone like the grasp you withheld from your kin

Paper Fortune Tellers

(Narrative essay for school)

I remember the day clearly, the day when my life would change forever. There were times that were simpler; times that I wish I could have back. I remember being in my bedroom for the first time and I wasn’t alone, but the love of my life was sitting next to me and we were as happy as could be.

Happiness is a strange emotion, it isn’t an easy thing to define; rather, it defines how we act in life and how we react to specific things that trigger a fleeting moment, or a nostalgic past time. For me, it is the nostalgia of being in love. Being with that someone you cherish like a bird in a cage hoping it will never fly away. That it could be yours forever, even though we all know birds eventually die; and my love eventually did. The longing grew into loneliness, and the loneliness grew into the faint desire of wanting to see that smile on her face one last time. But we’re succumbed by sadness, or, at least for me, I am easily saddened by the littlest of things.

Sadness to me is a foray that easily becomes an infestation of constant battling and strides for change. When depression strikes, it’s like a shot to the heart, without a bad Bon Jovi reference implied, but she gave love a band name. The love of my life turned on me – that was one thing I never thought could happen. I thought we would always be in love; always see the glistening smiles on each others faces. But the brewing storm clouds resonating above us followed us around like the little black cloud we see in all those cartoons. You feel the weight of the world on your shoulders, and it drags you to hell and back. You want to escape, but how?

Escaping from reality quickly became the only way to deal with anything. It was the constant need to feed off of my hatred, the need to see how deep I could go before I reached the center of the earth only to be consumed by flames. It was finding a sense of fear and looking it in the face. It desperately was finding a way to cope. But what surprised me, what I learnt about myself was, I only needed the sobering thoughts in my mind to find peace. It wasn’t the sadness, no! It wasn’t narcotics; it wasn’t even her. I know that sounds foolish, but, if you can’t find happiness within you, how will you ever be able to make someone else happy?

To find a sense of belonging within love is like being in a prison without a bed: eventually you’ll run yourself tired. The best way to find happiness in life is to be happiness in life. There isn’t a complex way to suggest these actions, it really is, simply put, be happy and every day in every way I am getting better and better. The love of my life (the lost love of my life) taught me that valuable lesson to never let one be consumed by hatred, by sadness, by narcotics, or any of the above. Always find your happiness from within and it will shine outward for everyone to see.

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I’ve been keeping friends in all the wrong places, again

Making amends only to become wasted within

Will you hang me high just to feel the weight collapsing?

Jumping through hoops then paraded and aided only to feel it buckle

Hold me close to hear me breathe in, out, heart, stops

The ears hear them steer and I know that they’re coming for me

To drape me in chains and amazed that they displayed my corpse, on a stage

A prize not worth fighting for fighting was what fueled the flame

And shivering aisles kept me colder than air turned to wind

Hold me close to hear me breathe in, out, heart, stops

The eyes called your lies out in front of the troops in the line

Pulled out and drawn then they aimed just to shoot me back down

So see me tonight on the mend on the fence in your yard

And see me tonight make a fool ‘cause I tried way too hard

Hold me close to hear me breathe in, out, heart, stops

I Wish Parts 1 to 5


I wish

I wish time would stall

That the leaves would not change

That we could have it all

That the world would move slowly

And the waves would crash calm

To beat the sun bright and early

And the night before dawn

I wish that nostalgia

Wouldn’t ease all the aches

Of feeling old and tired

Now the surface holds the stain

That if one day we’d stop hoping

For a day where we could be

Sitting on the grass back on the roots

Under the trees

That the seashell was a telephone

And ocean waves I’d call

To remember what it’s like to be

Buried beneath it all

If the winter logs kept burning

And old Saint Nick remained

I wouldn’t have to wish

That I could live it all again

And days that never ended

Even when the sun would rest

I remember being happier

Underneath my sheets in bed

And now all I can think of

Is a drink to pass the time

A cigarette to fuel my need to find a reason why

And waiting at a bus stop

Used to be a cherished thing

And now all I can think of is

Why aren’t you hurrying?

I wish I had a reason

To think up more than this

That we could all be young again

And never have to miss

A day where we weren’t selfish

But in selfless, fulfilled bliss

And though the clock is ticking

And the watchmakers must go

I won’t forget the time

When only he could tell me so

That everything had purpose

And an itching to discover

Without the fuel beside my bed

To help me now recover

I want to know that in some way

Someday, things won’t pass by

And tell me please, to bring me ease

I know I’ll never die


Oh, the snow

You fall with ease

And curse the world

While we’re knee deep

Boots, so loose

Our rugged toes

Are trotting along

So frozen and cold

The warm aroma

Of stale beans

Dark, no room

For sugar or cream

The taste, it burnt

My bitter tongue

And inhaled smoke

To fill my lungs

Washed it out

With failed dreams


Battered seams

Dropped the charm

Untied the noose

I feel no warmth

From gloves and toques

Sipping still

In an empty room

A lovely couple

A bride and groom

His smile gleamed

Her heart would shudder

He was the toast to her melted butter

Through cherishing their days together

To be so calm in the harshest weather

Never once blamed old Jack Frost

Even when all hope was lost