If I Had A Name Like Wendy Morton
This was written for the occasion of Wendy Morton’s 77th birthday, celebrated last night at Planet Earth Poetry. As was so apparent at last evening’s standing r...
Month: November 2017
Geography of Injury
One year ago today, my friend Connie passed away. This poem, published in emerge 17, SFU’s Writer’s Studio Anthology, was written for Connie. I never showed it ...
Beatitudes without attitude
Blessed are the unassuming: for theirs is the kingdom of gratitude. Blessed are the rivers: for they shall carry away the burning boats of sorrow.Blessed ...
At 63 I have become a particularly good house husband
At 63 I have become a particularly good house husband (a term, by the way, I have no quarrel with). I am good at sex, even at this...