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Change in the Air

So, spring. Change in the air. Our backyard a sudden chaos of birdsong: the chattering boat-tailed grackles, the red-winged blackbirds shrieking as they puff out their red patches, the sweet chirping of the robins. Yesterday, I took Mowat for a run on a dyke further up Rahl’s Island and heard the frogs, happily chanting on […]

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Poetry: What’s the Point?

It’s poetry month, and I’ve been doing NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). Each morning, I grab my phone, check out the day’s prompt, ignore the prompt (usually) and then write a poem or three. Most of them are about my brother (big surprise) or somehow twist their way back to him, meaning, I suppose, that I’m working […]

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Happy Birthday, Bro

I woke at four this morning, and with night around me, the dark, quiet fields outside, I wrote for a little while. A couple of poems came out: one about the sleek black kitten who lives in the house we’re house-sitting on a hobby farm in Alberta, another to my brother whose birthday is today. […]

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A Poem for Solstice

Winter Solstice, 3:34 p.m.    Outside, I notice the light spread on white snow, like buttercup   petals on the skin of your chin, those childhood   games that pass so quickly by.   Night is coming and all day   I’ve been thinking of the boats you used to carve,   of the one […]

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Wild and Precious Life

Home. Giving myself some time. Taking a few days to rest, process, walk the dog, knit, read, take photographs, sip tea and keep walking this trail… My compatriot, Pam Bustin, put this poem by Mary Oliver up on her blog on Tuesday, and it gave me peace and solace and a finger pointing towards the bigger […]

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Denting the Armour

On the orange wall of my office, in black marker, I’ve scrawled the words: Don’t be careful! I got this idea from Sarah Selecky and when I first wrote it, I believed it to be about the writing, an instruction I could glance at, reminding me to go deeper, to not let that internal ever-cautious […]

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The Tribe

On Tuesday, I drove to the airport to pick up Garry Thomas Morse, a writer from Winnipeg who read last night as a special guest at the launch of The Pas Regional Library’s Writer-in-Residence program. Then we stopped in to meet Lorri Neilsen Glenn, our writer-in-residence, who’d arrived that afternoon in the north. She’s staying in a […]

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Mixed Tape: Ian Williams’s Personals

Today, Ian Williams gives us his collection of songs that helped him write his Griffin Poetry Prize-shortlisted collection, Personals. Rock on.    I was living in the States while writing Personals, thinking about Canada, thinking about distances. If this playlist is background music, consider it distant background music, coming from the neighbour down the hallway who listens […]

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Firelight Interview Series: Micheline Maylor

I met Calgary poet Micheline Maylor in a monastery overlooking the Qu’Appelle Valley in Saskatchewan. Sage Hill, of course. Every morning, early, I’d wander out to the lounge to get a cup of coffee and she’d be there, awake and writing. Then, when I went to Calgary she took me on a day-trip to Banff and […]

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Happy Dog Day

I’ve been thinking about Oliver lately. I think this is because I’ve been digging through my files, cleaning up and clearing out, and stumbling across photographs (which, as advised in The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, I then put into a box to be sorted through at a later date, lest they stall my process). […]

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