Turtle Shell (a poem)

I found a sacred space in the crystal cave of my heart---   a holy cavern inside a turtle shell at the bottom of a lake---   where the turtle eats my roots, bunches bouquets with my shoots, looks askew as it redecorates the clay where I warm my blood---   warmer than mulled wine---... Continue Reading →

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Somewhere Up Meander River Way

For the past couple weeks, in my part of the world, there has been a disheartening deep freeze. That damn “polar vortex”. Or for those whose memories stretch past this decade’s latest fad, or don’t care about feigning a peripheral knowledge of meteorology, it’s more cozily known as a “Canadian winter”. Nationalities aside, we are... Continue Reading →

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