Do Not Send

Do not send the poets to build your mighty streets for we will follow stream’s meander and bend aside for the cities of ants. Do not send the poets to clean your house for we are apt to pause, enraptured by the fall of dust through light, and sing ‘o, there am i, o there…

In Giving, Receiving

This seems like a good time to mention Catholic Medical Mission Board and their work around the world, to provide health care for the most poor. I’m following their online Advent Calendar this year, reading and reflecting on the meditations they post for each day of Advent. I’m doing this in honour of my Mom, a lifelong…

A Rant for Rick Mercer: The Problem With Gord Downie

Hey, Rick, Been listening in on your rants for years, as we all do. Now I’ve got one for you, coming from a place of Cantankerous Love, on the problem with Gord Downie. The problem isn’t Gord Downie. He’s doing something brave, meaningful and relevant with his last remaining days among us. That is laudable….

1989: Image and Reality

it’s 1989 i’ve become accustomed to the song of cicadas in the patio the nightly drop of avocados morning’s race to get my share before pirate rats taste them all; accustomed to flipping fruit to find toothmarks in the hide and never a glimpse of fur or tail.   i’ve grown used to the softness…

Reconciling Edmonton Rolls On

So, last summer i got the call, from my friend Danielle Metcalfe-Chenail (our Historian Laureate at the time), to join a team she was assembling for a little artistic project. Reconciling Edmonton has been a really great trip since then. We spent a few months hunting archival images, and then making art from them. We…