I have always bitten off little chunks of my life, like pieces of thread and sold them to whatever journal, magazine or anthology was handy at the time. Some have been songs. On these pages I’m going to try and get some of them together as well as promote the latest work. Currently it is [...]

Oh Inukshuks they have no knees, no knees
Yet they do as they very well please. Oh please
They cannot ride a bike
Though Inukshuk can hike
Like the rates of Olympic park fees
Inukshuks are made out of rocks, they rock
On their flat feet you never see socks, no sock,
Sometimes they may stir
It will rarely occur
But when outraged, Inukshuk [...]

WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO KNOW?
What went on behind the scenes of the old bookshop?
Why did the police bring up the bodies at dinner?
When were the newspaper headlines accurate?
Where was the bishop when it started?
How did the burglar break in?
Who knows the secrets?
A Story Of Salterton is the memoir I have finally finished. Below are all 36 [...]

Sharp-beaked starlings dig the dirty drifts, searching for scraps. Flock
has rhythm, moving together, peek hop peck hop poke hop chitter hop
chatter, hoarde of small vacuums attacking the undersides of sofa
cushions, diving for loose change. Splayed tracks in the snow pattern
the shadows. Swing from the housevine, decorate bare branches like
temporary leaves as their birdfathers did [...]

If you think that much-reprinted classic, Leaven of Malice, knocked the socks off the literary establishment, then you are going to clasp Salterton to your bosom! Like that old country song about following your man from job to job, Salterton is Rose DeShaw’s account of stumbling over horror in the mundane as she mistakenly plans [...]