Dream Analysis

Last week I had a dream that I was looking after a needy six-year-old who smoked. At a new age bar, I made her wait in the lobby while I went inside to find a famous social worker who could give me some tips. She wanted to play with the toys in a chest but they were...

A Poem from (for) Sage Hill

This morning, the magpie took me out of my dream. Squawking and stalking the grass under the hydro stand where the owl sat, hooting, hotly seeking a mate. I was not anywhere in the west at that moment, my mind watching the smoulder of a stump turning to ash on the...

better late than…

On April 17th, a poem of mine went up on the League of Canadian Poets Poetry Without Borders blog, a project that is publishing a poem a day by writers across Canada. This one of mine is from a new collection I’m working on, writing a poem every month using the...