“Look look: a May-mess, like on orchard boughs”
If a small band of you come together to see what Camus might mean when he said, a person’s life purpose is nothing more than to rediscover, through the de...
Category: Peace
Zachariah, Peter and Sly Stone–A dream in waiting
This was the second poem written for Bleeding Heart Art Space. Today on the (western) liturgical calendar marks the sixth Sunday of Easter. In two weeks, after ...
Grey day blanket
I like the blanket feel of a grey day.I like it especially out here where I can study the flat relief of aspen,see the grooved thick black thighs, planted...
Blessed are they that mourn
I speak to Jason who panhandles on the sidewalk in front of Tim Hortons. He tells me his body is in pain but later he will have enough to buy street morphine an...