Occasionally I feel like Steinbeck’s Lennie. I am not Lennie. But sometimes, launched aloft by morning coffee and the smile of a stranger, I feel as though I ca...
Earth mother, earth daughter, would that you had been earth father, earth son, for then, the males of romance would not have praised your nourishment as endless...
On a February evening at Huntington’s beach—where this quarter mile pier arches out past the breaking waves, and where you’re reminded of California...
Here’s a Valentine event that’s sure to put the red back into your blood. Edmonton poets Mandie Lopatka, Laurie MacFayden, Kelly Shepherd and Amy Willans invite...