The poem “Suburban Sylph of Crying Owls”: haunted by almost ghosts. How life in the almost urban retains echoes of a lost, prehuman world. there, just beneath the surface, or in the cry of owls, or in the shadows cast by the street lights through the trees: you can feel them. The suburban sylph are there.

Featuring the artwork of Carine Brosse, this video poem was shown in Vancouver, BC during the Visible Verse Festival of 2013.