Poem bloopers

One little poem without a name - So much salt and sun last year's $5 water dish cracks spilling offering third time out this year dogs passing by keep panting. A second even littler poem without a name - Why should I listen to the fashion advice of you, who wears that hat? And a … Continue reading Poem bloopers →

The endings and the beginnings

Not that long ago I encountered a magazine -or perhaps it was a contest - which asked entrants to make sure they'd put a "30" at the end of their story, so their readers could be sure where the story ended. I was delighted that this journalistic tradition continues, and was very happy to comply. … Continue reading The endings and the beginnings →

Maybe (a poem)

It’s six o’clock which is not early but it is not late and I am awake The rooster down the street who still might be a hen anyway no one has turned them in it’s crowing again Dawn has already arrived the sky is already quite bright in the distance I can hear work trucks … Continue reading Maybe (a poem) →

“Precious Day” in Allegory

Don't know what's going on in my town but I'm hearing a lot of sirens this morning. A page from the Lindisfarne Gospels - 8th century art I wrote another story which began as a poem not that long ago, and rather quickly, it has been picked up and is now available for all to … Continue reading “Precious Day” in Allegory →

Red Eyes and Tired Lungs – An Anthology of Wild Fire – Update

A photograph of a hardcover book edition of "Red Eyes and Tired Lungs - an anthology of wildfire"- edited by Asha Jade Goodwin against a background of lawn grass and a small saskatoon berry bush in bloom. Also I think I see some comfrey plant in there too. It was a bit of a chilly … Continue reading Red Eyes and Tired Lungs – An Anthology of Wild Fire – Update →