Ode to Saskatchewan towns along the Yellowhead Highway
Let them say that he wrote crap poetry but that he loved the sound and feel of words: words, names, two, three or twenty at a time, coming together like sprocke...
Category: Freedom
Solace for the road
How fine it would be to feel all the pain that needs feeling, but feel it within a deep and merciful sleep. How wondrous, while shock waves t...
Making a turn on View
This is a slightly reworked version of a poem I posted a few years ago. The reason for the repost is that recently I’ve reconnected—through that curious cultura...
Identification papers – thoughts on Benjamin Hertwig’s chapbook, The Slow Wars
Identification papers for Benjamin Hertwig The park is weeping yellow leaves—a lace of loose and wandering flames. An old man by the dry pond has tak...