This slender string
It is dusk. On a bench on the west side of Beaver Hill Park, a man is bent over, throwing up. His girl friend is balanced at the far end of the bench, watching,...
Category: Poetics
Redemption of a music snob
Maybe you’re listening late at night to one of those rogueFM stations that broadcast out of basements,the ones nobody thinks exist anymore, and this melod...
Love which lights all things and gives rest
This prayer returned today. It’s from Wendell Berry’s collection of Sabbath poems, from the book “Given.” Teach me work that honours Thy work,the true eco...
Making Peace
This is a steel rimmed wagon-wheel I reclaimed from the bush. I set it up against this spruce tree over ten years ago. Over the years I placed rocks at the whee...