Poem up at The Polyglot’s Pensieri

I’m so thrilled to be part of The Polyglot, a group of writers dedicated to celebrating multi-language writing. Honoured to have my poem Being As Matryoshka posted in their new Pensieri blog.

Zoom Saloon Prompts

Hey, friends. Thanks to all who came out to the Zoom Saloon with Robert Okaji. As promised there, here’s our ghazal exchange and the invitation to respond in verse via the comment section here (or on his site). If you weren’t able to tune in today, and yet feel inspired to versify, please do. In…

Welcome to Zoom Saloon!

This Saturday, February 10th, at 1 PM Mountain time, I have the great pleasure of hosting the very first edition of Zoom Saloon. This event will feature noted American poet Robert Okaji, in conversation and reading from his extensive body of work. Joining Bob will be Stephanie L. Harper. For my part, I’ll be joined…

Alberta Views Reviews Urbane

Hello, readers. I apologize for not having written since September, from Panama City. I will write soon about why I was there and what happened next – the journey of a lifetime, a real dream come true. Soon – just not yet, I’m still savouring the experience, astonished at the beautiful souls I encountered, and…

A Little Patience, A Little Love

This morning, we headed out late for breakfast, and then rambled the streets of Casco Viejo with the thought of stopping at the ruins beside Plaza Herrera; hubby wanted to investigate the construction of these last vestiges of a time wrapped in fiery legend, for these were the remnants of the city sacked by Captain…

Sunrise at the Crossroads of the Americas

.. looks pearly and gorgeous. Our hotel faces Plaza de Santa Ana, a lovely little park where even now the birds are thronging  the treetops. They have their work cut out if they intend to match the humans who clamoured all through the night.  We are in the heart of Casco Viejo, the old town…

Guest Poetry Post: Don Perkins

Evergreen Pond – Doublespeak I, too, have celebrated it as a gift, taken joy, tuned and retuned my senses to the rippling surface, to the shifting collective greens, to the whisperings of reeds in the wind, to the trill of the blackbirds and the chortling of the ducks, to the desperate energy of fledglings taking…