Hard Rain and Summer Green
I walk the length of Edmonton’s river valleyand still the morning has not come. Under a bridge I light a candle and stare into the honey-coloured flameand wat...
I walk the length of Edmonton’s river valleyand still the morning has not come. Under a bridge I light a candle and stare into the honey-coloured flameand wat...
When I asked, you said,it’s like a full sun flooding your morningand all at once it’s the middle of the night, it’s like you’re pulled downby the weight of yo...
Ever since becoming a Benedictine Oblate, 20 years ago last month, I’ve been reading the Psalms daily. It’s what’s done. Too often I look up after my reading an...
The bonfire has burned down to coals, hot and bright enough to light up the faces around the cinder block fire ring.Now the buried stories come:webs of misund...