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Hopeful Poem Advent Poem

Mon, 11 Dec 2017 18:00:24 +0000

The other day a friend who is, among other things, the Arts Chaplain/Curator at St Faith’s Anglican church, asked if I had a poem that focused on the struggle of moving out of a dark vulnerable place towards hope. He wanted the poem to be part of the church’s observance of Advent. (To refresh: Advent,...



Inverse Dementia

Sun, 03 Dec 2017 16:38:31 +0000

If demise, why not a disease like Inverse Dementia? Imagine: your thoughts, imperceptibly at first, a shuffle-step quicker, your mind, somehow, progressively lighter, as though someone is going from room to room turning on lights, and everywhere shadows are scattering, and everywhere memories are leaping, names, scenes, images, lists, rapid-fire flashes of original associations, ripe...



If I Had A Name Like Wendy Morton

Sat, 25 Nov 2017 19:31:50 +0000

This was written for the occasion of Wendy Morton’s 77th birthday, celebrated last night at Planet Earth Poetry. As was so apparent at last evening’s standing room only event, Wendy is an inspiration to a great crowd of people. Wendy handing out free wishes at her birthday party: here with Yvonne Blomer’s son, (Yvonne is...



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...