Walking a fence line north of Chip Lake
Yesterday, walking a fence line north of Chip Lake,I thought I saw my dad standing on a stony rise,like the one in Saskatchewan on the west side of the Riversid...
Category: Poetics
On cutting open a poet—Edmonton Poetry Festival
In view of the Edmonton Poetry Festival, here’s a poem for poets and other kinds of surgeons. I read this poem for “Gettin’ Gritty” at Zocalo, but it has change...
People retire all the time – today is my time
People retire all the time—today is my time. I’ve been asked what it feels like: I say, it’s like a blind curve on a dirt road, and you’re in ...
Fundamental Ignorance
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...