Dick was reading Scott Symons obituary to me this morning while my hands were plunged deep into peanut butter cookie dough. I had just finished resupplying the misplaced lyrics […]

For as many weasels in the world, most of them online, there seem to me to still be a greater number of trusting souls intending to do good when they […]

(Can’t believe how many adjectives I used in this. I NEVER use adjectives. On the other hand, they are seldom so highly deserved). November 29/’08 at the first of the […]

I’m just back from a songwriting workshop stuffed with guitars and those who play them. My son who went with me, also brought his d, b and f whistles but […]

I’m in the Fall ’08 Antigonish Review, #154, the very first poem, Complaint.  “It pays to be deeply suspicious of a circus How they welcome a woman who can stick […]

I was writing when my stomach created the first note and sent it to my brain. “I am empty,” it read, “How about that left over pizza with cheese and […]

“Does it cohere? Is it credible?” The British poet, Michael Glover tells us to question the poem we are making in a workshop he gave on a humid Monday afternoon […]

I favor sitting in the old chairs by my front door when the guitar and the sun is out wind not strong enough to pick the poppy petals, neighbours mellow […]