Walking on Wellington
(Toronto is endured first, then delighted in.) The streets are dim but the eastern face of the CN Tower is glowing yellow. Black steel towers cast provinc...
Category: Beauty
Farewell Wildbranch
It’s possible to describe this moment as a howl, a gut-yell that wakes a day-owl—and awakens me to a road ahead where my air is de-reified. So as I coast ...
Craftsbury choirs–birds and writers
While I am occasionally red-eyed, I do not speak for the red-eyed vireo. And while I sometimes crow, I do not crow for the sparrow. They have their voices. As d...
Farewell February
As a tribute to February, both its weight and speckled joy, here’s a new poem (and picture) from my West Coast poet friend Wendy Morton. FEBRUARY SUN The full m...