The man remembers the boy
The boy is skinny, big-eyed, big-eared, likes being outside. He is attentive to little shifts of light, of colour, of wind, of harmonies in prairie grasses. He ...
Category: Mercy
There Are No Small Moments – The Rasp and The Wine
There Are No Small Moments, my first chapbook, has just been published by THE RASP AND THE WINE. You can order it here by following this link. Or if you wish, d...
On Blended Knees
I live on the ordinary margins. And not in any marginal way, no, in quite an ordinary way.I sit down easily in an ordinary day, feel the ordinariness down to my...
Headlines for August 4, 2014
Finally, there is no moral tide, that rises on either side. Blood is blood and what is blood in war, but an end to all means to an end. Shed enough of it, and t...