An open letter to the Lord God complaining about the abundance of sickness and suffering
Let me begin by thanking you for delight. For I’ve sat in city parks listening to stories from mouths and eyes that know the earth, and at moments, the wo...
Let me begin by thanking you for delight. For I’ve sat in city parks listening to stories from mouths and eyes that know the earth, and at moments, the wo...
The following is a kind of polemical poem, written against myself, inspired in part, in edging close to the end of a 25-year career in social care with Hope Mis...
(“Throwback Thursday” post) Beside a bus stop on Saanich Road we set up our furniture. A sofa, arm chairs, a pole lamp–humped through the fron...
Remembrance Day always brings conflicting thoughts. It’s not an easy day. Not easy because I will not be ungrateful for the sacrifices made in war, but I&...