Every child matters Including all those who died Those who are still being removed from their homes Those who as adults are suffering,...

Create a collaborative live performance of poetry and dance of course! Within and Beyond, a pandemic program of dance and poetry, will...

.....from me all things proceed and unto me all things return.... It's Earth Day today. I can feel your belly jiggle, hear you laughing...

a constant expectation pussy willows in the window set to catch morning’s lemon light every time I put my boots away, it snows again.

what parts of Winter stay decay fall rot disperse unseen arise enchanted quicken become vernal secret resurgent into...

water wind run rain snow ice lichen mold rust mildew moss while people argue zones plans laws money fleck crumble sliver shards fall back...

#brucetrailmorning #lichenlover #autumnwalks

Seven local poets who said yes. Intakes and outtakes, starts and stops. The ones who knew how, the ones who do not. Smartphones, cameras,...

Watermarked: A Collaboration of South Georgian Bay Poets and Storytellers Watermarked is a collaborative (and emergent) effort of poets...

Fiddlehead Review's 75th Anniversary Edition is out. Lots of wonderful content, including Brian Bartlett's selection of poets over 50. ...

I 6am mid-August, the backyard labyrinth. The young brown rabbit doesn’t care much about me, takes her time quiet chew, something low,...

My ancestors arrived in what is now called Canada seeking refuge at the turn of the 19th century. They came by boat from Scotland on my...

How moved I was to be at Sunday's anti-racism Solidarity Walk How disturbed I am that these actions are still needed How fortunate I am...

Too often, my species confounds and troubles me. What would a world without racism feel like? What would my country without racism be...

May 24, 2020 I am loving small rituals In these roiling times of uncertainty, trepidation, constraint and confinement, the absence of...

Just about one year ago, I heard that my application to Sage Hill Writing Experience’s Summer Poetry Colloquium had been accepted. I was...

Headed to the post office the other day with a big brown parcel!