So many names for God
Here on the Pembina river cut-banked, clay-cliffed, coal-seamed silt-water, umber, rust, tan, buff a seagull, a squawk the high flight of a river clam the drop ...
Category: Poetics
This is a nature poem
While driving through Mount Robson Provincial Park on a clear day in late May. This is a nature poem Train tracks run along a lake. There is a trestle in the di...
Every coffee shop in the world
What we have here is a grey Burnaby day that could just as well be a grey day anywhere in the world. What we have are great heaps of mist and cloud that could s...
Making a turn on View
We found our Apache truck perched on a concrete guard rail. Like a new discovery. Like we were coming at it with pick-axes from a long way below, a climb to a r...