Welcome to Pig Squash Press! You have arrived at the cyber-home, alter ego, publishing imprint and creative conduit connecting meKim Goldbergto the rest of the planet (and possibly beyond).

My latest books are:

UndetectableUndetectable, a lyrical journey through illness, wellness, Hepatitis C and virus as metaphor. I lived with Hepatitis C for 45 years before being cured in 2015 with the breakthrough new drug Harvoni. I wrote Undetectable in the Japanese literary style of haibun – a travel diary paired with haiku – as I wandered the streets and forests of Nanaimo, BC, during my 84 days of treatment, meditating on all things undetectable.

RED ZONE, a graffiti-strewn poem diary of homelessness in Nanaimo, BC, where I live. More than 300 people live and sleep on the streets of Nanaimo. RED ZONE has been taught in university literature courses. Reviewers have compared it to the writings of Allen Ginsberg, Marge Piercy, and John Steinbeck.

Ride Backwards on Dragon: a poet’s journey through Liuhebafafinalist for Canada’s Gerald Lampert Memorial Award. A collection of 66 linked poems following the 66-move sequence of the ancient martial art of Liuhebafa on a mythic quest for internal alchemy and immortality. Visit my Liuhebafagirl blog for deets.

So make yourself comfy, have a boo at my blog postings about upcoming literary happenings and other current events, leave a comment, walk your dog, order a book or two, follow me on Twitter @KimPigSquash, like me on Facebook.

May the metaphors be with you!

Kim Goldberg

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Some Loves

Some Loves
Kim Goldberg

We enter the elfin wood along trillium way
barely a deer trail with rotting planks spanning rivulets
and mucky divides. We wobble-walk across, twisting
our way deeper into the moss-hung fairy glade
flanked by sword fern and once white petals
gone purple with age. You are taking me
to see the jewel—a thing so unusual
its location must be shielded from the world. You tease
the mystery and my mind leaps
to Fellini’s Satyricon where the albino hermaphrodite
diety is borne across the desert in a litter with velvet
curtains. And my mind leaps again
to John Hurt in The Elephant Man, for difference is both
worshipped and reviled. A pileated woodpecker heralds
our arrival with its wuck wuck wuck call overhead. I gaze up
just in time to glimpse its scarlet crest disappear
behind a monumental fir. At our feet
is the wonder: a four-petaled trillium known
(I am about to learn) as a quadrillium. A cone drops
nearby. The duff stirs. Deer mouse
or sprite? An invitation, or is the wildwood
arming itself? We return
to our car. A photo will be uploaded to Facebook
with no geo-locating information. It will get many likes
and some loves.

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Alchemical Reaction

Alchemical Reaction
(Villanelle for Earth Day 2017)
Kim Goldberg

To drink a potion is to believe
flower, wing, tail can bring the change
we seek. All we hold will have to be released.

Has the vulture overhead come for me?
Or just another case of premature migration?
To drink a potion is to believe

there is a codex, a list of interlocking secrets
binding earth to sky, rain to sea, heart to brain.
We seek all that we hold. We have not been released.

A gull may never know for whom it keens.
The answer is ablated within a crashing wave.
To think of motion is to believe

the water shrew has risen to be Jesus
for she can walk on water every day.
We seek. We hold. We have to be released.

Shhhhhh is the sound of our liver, grove of emerald green.
Shhhhhh is the sound of rushing birds bringing the change
we seek. All we hold will have to be released
to drink the potion. To believe.

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Kim Goldberg

A large ground beetle lumbers across pavement
his earthworm parcel twitching and flailing
like a flag in a hailstorm. The beetle wobbles
from the jerky weight of suppressed
freedom until the pair, locked as they are in each other’s
timelines by chitinous jaws, arrives at the threshold
cleaving two worlds—one mindless and gray
one a wild tangle of imagination.

And we think we know the outcome
of this narrative: a win, a loss, a sacrifice
a continuance. Victory
is in the eye, says quantum physics.
We convene panels and symposia to analyze
the intersectional oppressions of colonial
re-enactments played out in our tattered streets
and weedy byways. We birth
new twitter hashtags to announce the arrival
of our insight. We learn the meaning of
syncretism and why this isn’t

that. We push our trembling minds
into every pedagogical slit and smokestack
but we forget to let our palms and knees simply
drop to the earth. For anything can occur
when the back end of a beetle burdened with a twisting
sack of rebellion vanishes into a shield of heartbeats
feral and green.

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The Next Garden

The Next Garden
Kim Goldberg

Reading Sam Hamill’s Habitation
in my unkempt garden as the sun crests
the roof-line, I watch you descend into the scraggle
of forgotten stalks—brittle, spent, gone
to seed. Last night on Facebook, Sam said
he would like to be in love again,
would like to have a traveling companion to escape
the USA. There were several takers.
I pondered the narrative for the half-life
of beryllium-14 (which is 4.84 seconds). It seems
I don’t do love anymore, at least not
with human beings. Your vermillion blaze

bobs above the weedy grail of each desiccated
umbel, erasing my undone chores and botanical
remorse. I forget the day’s plans, the incomplete
tax return, the emerging parsley and strawberry leaves
that need the ground cleared of leftover corpses
who were so carefully loved and tended. Once.

Our pact, although forged without words,
is secure in our mismatched hearts (mine is larger
perhaps from too much wanting). And when you transcend
to the next garden, I am on
your wing.

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The Beaver Lodichai

The Beaver Lodichai

by Kim Goldberg


beaver-8b12cx1The beaver Lodichai was the most celebrated chap in the marsh. His glossy pelt rippled in the sun as he clambered ashore to chip away at young alder trunks.

Everyone wanted to be seen as his friend. To that end, much name-dropping ensued. Creatures were forever saying “Last week, Lodichai told me…” and “When I was having lunch with Lodichai yesterday…”

Lodichai’s lodge parties were legendary. He had the best music, served the most exquisite willow-leaf roll-ups, and was—to put it politely—quite popular with the ladies of all species.

One morning, as the marsh awoke with its chorus of peeps and trills, it quickly became apparent that Lodichai’s lodge had collapsed. Coots and grebes and all available mink rushed over to help. They tried to pull Lodichai from the tangle of interlocking branches but could not extricate him from above or beneath. He was, as fate would have it, trapped in a cage of his own making.

The mink were able to clear enough twigs and debris from the top to give him a breathing outlet. Marsh occupants began bringing him things to eat, although none could match Lodichai’s culinary sophistication.

barred-owl1-8b10csat10x1Various creatures were sitting it out on the shore or in branches overhead. They watched the rescue mission impassively, twitching no whisker or ear tuft to rise to Lodichai’s aid. And then the rumours began.

From the fringes of the marsh, the most outlandish claims started to circulate. If gossip is to be believed, it seems Lodichai had the unfortunate habit of urinating where he shouldn’t.

A spotted towhee found urine-drenched birdseed on the trail. The chickadees told him Lodichai had come along and given the seed a squirt or two. A fetching red-legged frog said she lost an entire egg mass last season due to Lodichai’s shenanigans (which was doubly unfortunate, considering species’ threatened status).

An anise swallowtail butterfly claimed all the lomatium along the trail had been soured with Lodichai’s urine and could no longer suffice as a larval food plant.

dscn2383-15b20cx1sat15Lodichai was even accused of taking aim at a downy woodpecker’s nest cavity five feet off the ground—and acquiring the target, so to speak.

The allegations mounted but were largely ignored because of Lodichai’s contribution to the marsh: his parties, his beauty, his generosity. Oh yes, and his mind. Let’s not forget that! Where would this marsh be without Lodichai?

And why on earth would Lodichai do these preposterous things? The answer, countered the aggrieved, was because he could.

A non-profit organization was formed to find a way to extract Lodichai from his predicament and rebuild his lodge. It was called SOUL—Save Our Unerring Lodichai. The most prominent creatures in the marsh added their names to the membership roster, which was posted in the main parking lot.

fdscn3392-cropx1sat-10lit-5The creatures on the sidelines, growing in number daily, were horrified to find their friends, mentors, and even heroes on the membership list. Especially after what the pumpkin-seed sunfish had disclosed about Lodichai. (When a beaver’s tail smacks the water, it is not something you want to be beneath.)

A counter-organization was formed called SOULLESS—Stop Offering Up Lies, Listen to Every Song and Silence.

SOULLESS demanded that SOUL disband or at least take down the wretched membership list on display for all to see. This prompted more marsh creatures to add their names to SOUL, regardless of what they thought of Lodichai’s alleged conduct, just to prove they couldn’t be bossed or suppressed.

cattails2-sat10x30By this point, major media were covering the story with headlines about “Marsh Civil War” and “The Collapse of Marsh Culture” and “L’affaire Lodichai”. There was discussion of building a wall down the centre of the marsh. That might have proceeded had it not been for the fact that the only one who actually knew how to build such a wall was Lodichai himself.

However, even without a physical wall, the marsh has now become two solitudes. The SOUL supporters have staked out the eastern half of the water and shoreline, while SOULLESS advocates have claimed the west.

Lodichai, meanwhile, is still snared in his watery cage and is said to have lost weight due to the blandness of his diet.


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Hate Masks Pain (James Baldwin)

“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.”

― James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time

James Baldwin - NYC

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Nanaimo Home for Sale – $260K

SOLD! There were multiple offers on this property and I have now accepted one of them. So this house is no longer available. Thank you all for your interest!


Handyman Special at 345 Howard Avenue!

Price: $260,000 (“as is”) – more than $20,000 below assessed value!

Size: 2,750 sq ft
Lot: 9,360 sq ft (72 x 130)
Bedrooms: 6
Bathrooms: 2.5

This may be the best priced home in Nanaimo right now. It’s certainly the lowest priced LARGE home (2,750 sq ft) on its own lot. WeExterior Front’ve checked! (This is our Mom’s house, and my brother & I are selling it ourselves.)

1970s-built, bright 2-level home on large lot in University District with 6 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, huge family room downstairs and gorgeous living room up.

Living room has a floor-to-ceiling split lime fireplace (wood burning) with polished marble hearth, vaulted ceiling, panoramic picture window, and knotty pine walls and ceiling. Three bedrooms on main floor, plus 4-piece bathroom with two sinks. Also kitchen, sunny breakfast nook and dining room on main. Master bedroom has walk-in closet and 2-piece ensuite.

Lower level has huge finished family room with double sink, 220 outlet for stove, and wood-burning fireplace. Another 3 bedrooms on lower level, plus laundry room and 3-piece bathroom. Most rooms on lower level are incompletely finished (bare studs or wallboard).

Home has 1,375 square feet on each level, a large covered deck with nice view of mountains on mainland and peek-a-boo ocean view, large lot (72 x 130) with many mature trees, 200-amp electrical service, a drive-through carport on cement slab that can accommodate two tall vehicles, lane access, large private fenced backyard with professionally built wooden garden shed.

Home is in need of considerable renovation and clean-up, hence the good price. But if you are handy with tools and can do the work, there is money to be made here – either on resale or renting rooms to VIU students or…?

This house is being sold in “as is” condition. The house needs: new floor covering throughout, interior paint throughout, new window coverings throughout, new range top, oven and counters in kitchen, repair to holes on outdoor deck, landscaping (pruning, mowing, brush removal), repairs to get 3 sinks working, most ground-level rooms need to be finished (drywall/paneling, ceiling, curtains).

The house is solidly built with good bones and a 3-year-old professional exterior paint job. Membrane roof was put on about 20 years ago but still fine, no leaks. Heating system works fine and is oil-fired hot water (which involves baseboard radiators in every room).

This house was built in the early 1970s by first owner, foreclosed on, and purchased by our mother, Shirley Goldberg, in 1977. She has lived there ever since while teaching English and Film Studies at VIU. The house has never been a rental or party house or drug house. Our mother went into a nursing home earlier this year. My brother and I don’t have the time or energy to fix this house up to fetch what it could be worth in today’s market. We each have lives and homes of our own to take care of. So our loss is your gain! Speedy closing welcome.

REALTORS: If you bring us a viable buyer on a deal that completes, you will receive your standard half of the commission.

More photos will be coming as we get the place emptied out.

To view, phone Kim at 250-741-8577. Leave message on machine if I’m not there. Or email me at goldberg@ncf.ca . Or knock on door at 345 Howard Avenue and ask my brother Larry to show you the house. (If his white truck is there, he is there.)

Exterior FrontExterior Rear

The drive-thru carport on concrete slab can accommodate 2 tall vehicles

The drive-thru carport on concrete slab can accommodate 2 tall vehicles

Living Room has a floor-to-ceiling split lime fireplace (wood-burning) with polished marble heart, vaulted ceiling, panoramic window and knotty pine walls and ceiling

Living Room has a floor-to-ceiling split lime fireplace (wood-burning) with polished marble heart, vaulted ceiling, panoramic window and knotty pine walls and ceiling

The knotty pine of the living room continues into the foyer

The knotty pine of the living room continues into the foyer

Dining Room

Dining Room

Kitchen cabinets are copious in this house but very "1970s" - probably time for a re-do

Kitchen cabinets are copious in this house but very “1970s” – probably time for a re-do

The master bedroom has a 2-piece ensuite and walk-in closet. All carpets in house are from the 1970s and need to be replaced.

The master bedroom has a 2-piece ensuite and walk-in closet. All carpets in house are from the 1970s and need to be replaced.

Lovely and large private backyard is fenced and includes a professionally built wooden garden shed

This property has a lot of potential. If you are in the market for a reno project, let us show it to you!

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