Three poems for my mother
I am cleaning out my closet, going through old boxes, seeing what can be salvaged from all these pre digital […]
I am cleaning out my closet, going through old boxes, seeing what can be salvaged from all these pre digital […]
I wrote this poem when I was completing my undergraduate degree in Calgary. Chris Wiseman, who expressed great hopes for […]
Before I learned that the universe is laughing, my brother died in a fire just a few years after the […]
I was revisiting Yeats’ A Vision, and I asked Lin to do some automatic writing. She did this in the […]