Listen up! My words, like children, need tending to, codling I can’t just go all willy nilly and let them run amuck although they are
Category: poetry
6 Wheels
He drives; I sit armrests down blanket secured seatback reclined. We are trucker-high panoramic witnesses living a transformer life – retractable walls, 6 wheels bus-like
Blurring Blogging Lines
“Morrell Nature Sanctuary” is a poem I wrote for the Story Circle Network’s poetry writing group. It is also my post today for my other
Written Here
I need a sponge all purpose barely poetic or a conduit to make sense of tunes liberating articulation familiar contrived warmed by night untouched by
The Infamous Ice Storm
April, in Ontario, is as unpredictable as my father’s temperament – sometimes warm and encouraging, sometimes icily treacherous like that morning, in 1973, when coaxed
Childhood Games
Days of building forts and armies of friends passing time in imaginary kingdoms – pretending to understand the politics of adulthood. (Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is
