Making Peace
This is a steel rimmed wagon-wheel I reclaimed from the bush. I set it up against this spruce tree over ten years ago. Over the years I placed rocks at the whee...
This is a steel rimmed wagon-wheel I reclaimed from the bush. I set it up against this spruce tree over ten years ago. Over the years I placed rocks at the whee...
By chance, somewhere in the inner-city, every few weeks, I meet Patrick. Today I meet him in Beaver Hills House Park. He’s walking to get cigarettes befor...
Yup, it’s a head scratcher. Perhaps this is a question that has plagued you for sometime? But of course, if you entertain this as a real question, it’s o...
I suppose this little poem is a kind of exhale—an airing on the principal failure, as I see it, of too many churches and Christian organizations. A failure that...