Haying
It is summer. The sun burns down from a clear, blue sky. Locusts whine in the spruce trees by the barn. I try to run barefoot across the hayfield but …
It is summer. The sun burns down from a clear, blue sky. Locusts whine in the spruce trees by the barn. I try to run barefoot across the hayfield but …
Highland Storm! It’s a wonderful show put on by the College of Piping in Summerside every summer. This was our third visit. There is always an underlying theme to the …
I live on Prince Edward Island, that little bow tie on the east coast of Canada. It would take a long day’s drive to get from North Cape to East …
I like to look at horses. I don’t ride and have no desire to, I just like to look. There was a beautiful honey-coloured horse with a creamy mane and …
When I was taking the Masters’ Degree in English at the University of Missouri at Kansas City, I was taught the germ theory of writing. You hear a story or …
I was grumbling to John this morning about how every topic I think of to write a poem about seems to have been done to death by greater and lesser …
Imagination is as much a thief of time as procrastination. The difference is that imagination gives you something wonderful to show for the time it steals, while the time stolen …
I wrote my first Haiku the other day. Twenty-five years ago when I first heard about them I thought: “Oh, what a cute little poem.” Try as I might back …
I’ve been reading and writing and thinking about poetry a lot lately. I’ll soon have enough for another book. What I’ve been thinking about has been its construction. In many …
[If you read my blog post last week about free association, you will recognize the same principle at work in this post. The trigger for writing this was my husband, …