A poem like a shade of red
A half-time hermit’s simple discovery: spending time in the bush, away from connections—cyber and social—partially detached, (are you thinking unhinged?) allows...
A half-time hermit’s simple discovery: spending time in the bush, away from connections—cyber and social—partially detached, (are you thinking unhinged?) allows...
“In lethargy I revise myself. I loiter in the lily’s canal." -Rodney Jones There is a sky-yellow blanket around my shoulders. I sit cross-legged on t...
This is the previous post, as published with some minor editing, in the Edmonton Journal.
I had thought to write something astute about the great dance that broke out upon the skull of Bin Laden. I had thought to chastise the Sun and its squalling RO...