Sometimes I think about Eva Cassidy
Sometimes I think about Eva Cassidy whose voice was ointment to me, who sang cover songs, painting them with her own soaring colours while honouring their creat...
Category: Music
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...
Thresholds – Edmonton Poetry Festival 2016
Let me break with regular posts to offer this plug—as I’m honoured to host this event, which is part of the 2016 Edmonton Poetry Festival: Thresholds: Seven poe...