The eyes of a sunrise
Take your bag of guilt and throw it over the rail! What’s the worst thing that could happen? A straight back and thighs? Dizziness? A horizon at eye level...
Category: Poetics
Dana Wylie – Something’s Going to Happen Here
You know how a song can start—slow—how it can work its way under your shirt, move up your spine, spread its fingers across the base of your neck, send a shower ...
Your trip to the window
A flagrant bit of twilight thunder—a couple of blasts then trailing rumble, like heavy furniture being moved across the floor in the overhead apartment. T...
Love along the Rideau
I’m sitting on the banks of the Rideau canal—at the place it locks itself to the Ottawa river. The grass is groomed but not to the point discomfort—the ev...