For Debbie, who married me–a poem, for her birthday
Home When we sat on the wooden bench in the eveningwith the scent of lavender pushing out over the strait,the pages of salt water turning at our feet,and I said...
Category: Poetics
A lunar life
A lunar life I wake at three with the half-moon bathing my face.I turn to it full-eyed, expectant, waitingfor its pale light to fill me with some new power. Whe...
A bit of cold hard reality for those dupable dreamers – and a warning for the rest of us
Have you had it up to herewith all those creative-come-mystic types going on about the quiet wonder of the quotidian? Do you, too, cringe when you read the revi...
Mercy among pillars
(“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...