Looking for Wilson Tom

Sometimes I hear of people but never meet them, never shake their hand or talk to them. Their name comes up in conversation but their face remains unknown. And then they disappear from conversation, completely. I suppose this happens to everyone, but I find it curious. I knew of Wilson Tom, but not him, himself …



they say he made smooth jazz                                023
at the corner of Main and Robson
behind the Corner Hotel
where laundry trucks backfire
and cats eat garbage

but no one has seen Wilson Tom
since the last full moon

no one has heard the sax riff
he perfected at sixteen
window open for neighbours and gulls
third floor back where Burnt Billie
now plays country gospel late and fast


an earlier version published in Apollo’s


summerfathercoverA Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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2 Responses to Looking for Wilson Tom

  1. Hellen Sharp says:

    Joanna – this is Jenny Parry’s daughter Hellen – I’m trying to contact you regarding my mum.

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