Leash and Carriage

yesterday in sherwood park, our rough hewn hounds pound past cossetted furbabies, jacketed and lifted from the snow/ice/salt when their tender paws grow weary their humans wheel them home in strollers they chuckle wryly, we burl on, both sides too refined to strain at judgment’s leash.   today on avenue of nations, i spy another…

Voice and Heart, and Giants Among Us

“These poets who are so arrogant as to learn their own work by heart!” It was pointed at me, in the sort of insider-voice just loud enough to be overheard, but not so bold as to invite direct response. I didn’t need to respond anyhow, i’d said my piece. Out loud. Full voice. The way…