Nest – Wendy Morton
In honour of the autumnal equinox, here’s a poem by Wendy Morton that I’ve been saving from spring. It’s a spring poem, but it transcends seasons. Put another w...
In honour of the autumnal equinox, here’s a poem by Wendy Morton that I’ve been saving from spring. It’s a spring poem, but it transcends seasons. Put another w...
What’s the thing with prayer? Where do words go? Once they are uttered, do they slide out of the window, drop to the pavement to be washed into the gutter...
Old Man Bittner—I’m reaching for a first name, Otto? my older brothers would know—is lying bleeding on the front step of our house, on our farm north of S...
Published in today’s Edmonton Journal, the following is a reflection on Christian behaviour in view of the anniversary of 9-11. (Here’s the unedited version, wh...