Musicians, poets and novelists will be situating their lyrics and plots in new contexts. — Barry Lord from Art & Energy: How Culture Changes, AAM Press, 2014     Sometimes […]

                            As I walked along the cliff edges of Newfoundland’s East Coast Trail a few days ago […]

Today I am going to break an unwritten protocol: not to use my blog to showcase my own poems. The reason: my emotional reaction to the release of the Canadian […]

Yesterday, fleece under my sports jacket, I sat in Montreal with a few thousand others in a gargantuan white tent and listened to the convocation address at McGill University’s Spring […]

                Notice This evening, the sturdy Levis I wore every day for over a year & which seemed to the end in perfect […]

The Lung Poem The poem breathes for you some days It’s okay The poem never says he isn’t, entirely, Coming back. The poem has too many lungs to accept Death completely […]

                          Poet and priest were one in the beginning – only later times have separated them. The true […]

  from Morning Birds Fantastic to feel how my poem grows while I myself shrink. It is growing, it takes my place. It pushes me out of its way. It throws […]

                        My Mother’s Foot The main door into the nursing home slides open, an exhalation of stale air. The […]

  What I would give to you are secrets told in textiles, pillows for your sofa made of clothing slid from my body on sultry afternoons. Are you thinking now […]