Praise the Rain

Praise the Rain Praise the rain; the seagull diveThe curl of plant, the raven talk—Praise the hurt, the house slackThe … More

Struggling

Struggling I haven’t had time to stand and fart recently, and you’re wanting me to work on a relationship? That … More

Bike You, who have borne three sons of mine, still bear my weight routinely, transporting me. An odd … More

As the summer holiday season takes hold, I am posting an old blog post or two from the archive. See … More

Ann Sansom is one of my all-time favourite people, poets or normal, ever. I count myself fortunate to have worked … More

It was one of those throwaway remarks made by one writer, male, to another, ditto, in one of those books … More

As we draw to the end of NaBloPoMo, I have invited Josephine Corcoran to collaborate with me on a joint-interview. … More

Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, … More

Kin “You make me sick!” this, with rancor, vehemence, disgust—again, “You hear me? Sick!” with rancor, vehemence, disgust again, with … More