Deer in the Mist
Our hearts follow fox trails of passion,but passion is kindling, is appetite, not love. It is no surprise that battles rage on,surround us with their danger, su...
Category: Hope
Restoration Ode
Our souls, dear child, have grown scornful, our hearts are fastened on Wall Street, and our minds, fractious, intemperate, are furious with any headline we di...
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...
Compassion-20: The Disarming Virus
When the virulence leaves and the old life returnswith its morning Starbucks, frozen DiGiornos,bullish NASDAQ, droning CNN,when spiky fears retract their bloody...