The Freeze Up…
The world where I happen to live has gone to sleep. The trees have lost their leaves. It is as …
The world where I happen to live has gone to sleep. The trees have lost their leaves. It is as …
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I’m thinking of Xenon, how I’ve rarely seen him outside the hushed precinct of the Omphalos Cafe, and how there …
Here is another of my Sunday posts. Pondering over other weekend efforts of late a common theme seems to run …
I snapped the above photo at the central library, knowing there was a post somewhere in it yearning for the …
It is Sunday and I have a few hours to spare. I am dropped downtown with my camera in hand …
Alternate title: The Ant And The GraceHoper Wannabee The busy weekend is over and presently I am driving the backroads …
The poetry open mic was pretty much what I anticipated. A lot of lost hazy longing with a sprinkling of …
Sunday morning. On the way to groceries I pull into a Starbucks to while away an hour or so. The …
“It’s as if every molecule–every fibre–in my body is in the process of reorienting itself to you.” –early email to …