Calgary-based poet Rosemary Griebel The poem I want to write is impossible. A stone that floats. Charles Simic (1938 – ) from The Monster Loves His Labyrinth: Notebooks, Ausable […]

Astronomical Sunday Sermon Speaking of our misery – hunger, war, murder etcetera quite so! Bedlam! Agreed! Still may I remind you, with all due modesty, that the planet on which […]

Yule On the tall green tree we have hung the little golden masks of Bacchus, the many little grins glinting and sparkling, ‘oscilla ex alta suspendent mollia pinu’, waving amulets […]

Canadian/American poet Heather McHugh describes the quality of a great poem as being one that finds the unexpected in the over known. Well, hats off to painter Enjeong Noh, born […]

Turbulence There’ll be turbulence.    You’ll drop your book to hold your water bottle steady.     Your mind, mind has mountains, cliffs of fall may who ne’er hung there […]

                                                      from Messiah (Christmas […]

                  from Faulkner That is what I learned from Faulkner: there is evil in the world like a virus, or a lingering […]

                                            Dedication I sing for you. I am made […]

From View From the Fence, On Which I Sit and Dangle My Legs The horses are beating inside the field. The horses are the night’s blood congealed. Moon-whipped horses, frost-spun, […]

                  from How To Draw A Perfect Circle ………..Before that day the officer had never fired his gun In the line of […]