A poem in praise of Mrs. Pinder
O how you rose in your chair, pinned me with an aggrieved glare, in front of our grade-two class. Your august flesh pendulous with seriousness, my inner-ducklin...
Category: Poetics
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...
Anniversary waves
Yesterday, on the eve of our 28th anniversary,we drove to Lac Ste Anneto watch the wind throw up waves,and were reminded of the many ocean walkswe’ve take...
Hearts open like flowers at passing birds
I would like to be able to show you how a bird at dawn flew past my window and how by that simple act my heart opened like a flower. Was it the light perhaps? T...