Cresting the Coquihalla
Cresting the Coquihalla Thank you for that evening driving back from Saskatoonin the golden flush of falland a shimmering harvest sun was suspendedover a slough...
Cresting the Coquihalla Thank you for that evening driving back from Saskatoonin the golden flush of falland a shimmering harvest sun was suspendedover a slough...
This poem was inspired by all the artists, novice and veteran, who share their paintings with us across various public forums. Please know, your art lingers, th...
Sometimes I think about Eva Cassidy whose voice was ointment to me, who sang cover songs, painting them with her own soaring colours while honouring their creat...
It is still a mystery the way leaves all over the world jump out of sprigs under a single yellow sun who comes out to shine the coats of squirrels that run alon...