I thought I’d share three pieces from the “Where There’s Smoke” collection. There are currently quite a few more as it seems the whole world is on fire but these ones have the most gravity for me at the moment.
Catch And Release (for the Okanagan)
Poem of the Month
From the “Where There’s Smoke” collection.
True North (for Yellowknife)
From the “Where There’s Smoke” collection.
Fire Sale (for Maui)
Poem of the month this time around was written perhaps during one of the darkest moments of my time in isolation. There was brief period when I realized I was talking to myself. I had been so cut off from social interaction that my mind started filling in the blanks of conversations I was having with myself. This was born the poem “Said The Mirror
Poem of the month this time around was written perhaps during one of the darkest moments of my time in isolation. There was brief period when I realized I was talking to myself. I had been so cut off from social interaction that my mind started filling in the blanks of conversations I was having with myself. This was born the poem “Said The Mirror To The Face”
The poem Worthless Fortune was in part inspired by our changing world. A lot of us don’t carry money anymore. Our lives have been relegated to little pieces of plastic. I’m not sure about you but I always try to keep a bit on hand because even in my small town homelessness is still an issue and I can’t exactly send them an e-transfer or a PayPal.
Poem of the month I wrote just the other night. I was watching a story on the news about the possible general strike in Ontario as the governing body tried to envoys the notwithstanding clause which grants them the power to legislate people back to work and circumvents the peoples right to strike. So I scribbled down this months poem “Withstanding
Poem of the month I wrote just the other night. I was watching a story on the news about the possible general strike in Ontario as the governing body tried to envoys the notwithstanding clause which grants them the power to legislate people back to work and circumvents the peoples right to strike. So I scribbled down this months poem “Withstanding”.
Odds Are is a piece that deals with how we reconcile hope in a dark time. The last two years have been dark indeed and there are some vitamins that are necessary for our mental health.
You’ve probably been wondering what happened to the poem of the month. I assure you it hasn’t gone the way of the dinosaur, and I wanted to come back at you with this collaboration I put together with Mark Bérubé. “A Tomorrow” is the piece I wrote when the pandemic first hit. Fingers crossed that much of what we went through will remain in our
You’ve probably been wondering what happened to the poem of the month. I assure you it hasn’t gone the way of the dinosaur, and I wanted to come back at you with this collaboration I put together with Mark Bérubé. “A Tomorrow” is the piece I wrote when the pandemic first hit. Fingers crossed that much of what we went through will remain in our rear view mirror, but I thought I’d post this piece as a reminder of hope. I’m feeling hopeful for what feels like the first time in a good long while so I wanted to share that feeling.
The poem of the month this time around is a dedication piece. January 28th 1986 was a pretty memorable day for the people who lived it. I was still in school, but remember the gravity of that day. Tragedy struck the world’s collective conscious as the Space Shuttle Challenger was lost. This month I recount my experience of that day which still
The poem of the month this time around is a dedication piece. January 28th 1986 was a pretty memorable day for the people who lived it. I was still in school, but remember the gravity of that day. Tragedy struck the world’s collective conscious as the Space Shuttle Challenger was lost. This month I recount my experience of that day which still occupies a solemn residence in my memory. This months piece is simply titled Challenger.