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Geography of Injury

Wed, 15 Nov 2017 21:46:22 +0000

One year ago today, my friend Connie passed away. This poem, published in emerge 17, SFU’s Writer’s Studio Anthology, was written for Connie. I never showed it to her. Over the years we met regularly for coffee, always getting around to talk of that quiet mania: writing. Spring before last, feeling the need for a...



Beatitudes without attitude

Mon, 13 Nov 2017 21:21:05 +0000

Blessed are the unassuming: for theirs is the kingdom of gratitude.  Blessed are the rivers: for they shall carry away the burning boats of sorrow.Blessed are the still waters: beside which we shall be lead. Blessed are the apostates of money and power: for theirs is the domain of freedom.Blessed are the intake workers at...



At 63 I have become a particularly good house husband

Sun, 05 Nov 2017 15:52:53 +0000

At 63 I have become a particularly good house husband      (a term, by the way, I have no quarrel with). I am good at sex, even at this age, and also at making quite a delicious pork tenderloin. The secret here is a splash of balsamic vinegar. As for the sex, I’ll let you in...



Declaration of a different reality

Thu, 26 Oct 2017 19:03:16 +0000

Thomas Merton, writing in the early 1960’s, observed: Here is the great temptation of the modern age, this universal infection of fanaticism, this plague of intolerance, prejudice and hate… This, said Merton, flows from the crippled nature of those who are afraid of love, afraid to dare to become human. He goes on, …it is...