Early in the morning you enter my mind.
It happens like this: I’ll be sitting outside and the reclining light of a near full moon will glance off my shoulder onto my fingers and let me, make me, work ...
Category: Writing
Poem for Thresholds
One more thank you to everyone involved in Thresholds. It was an honour, and a highlight in my “poetry career,” to host this event. Thank you again Edmonton Poe...
Honouring the madness of poetry–dedicated to the Edmonton Poetry Festival
I suppose every poet writes at least one poem about poetry, although it’s obviously bad form to make a habit of it—for, as is attributed to that other habit, yo...