THE BURNING SEASON My house is not mine anymore It is a dwelling place for flames My dreams are not mine anymore They turn to ashes and smoke We took all we could take with us;  a photo album Father’s Gibson guitar –a few books –a suitcase full of clothes –we drove our station wagon…

http://www.cbc.ca/radio/thesundayedition/july-16-2017-the-sunday-edition-1.4201674/the-gods-didn-t-warn-us-a-poem-about-the-b-c-wildfires-1.4201678 This morning when I turned my radio on I heard  one of my favorite Canadian authors, Lorna Crozier, read her poem about wildfires. Later today someone read the poem during our Poetry and Pie session at the legion. We listened to Lorna’s frightening depiction of the relentless force of nature that is presently desecrating…

During the late nineteen-eighties and early-nineties folks in the Fraser Lake area radiated an optimistic and even a joyous attitude. The earth was revolving around the sun, just as it should, and both the sawmill and the mine were spewing out raw materials to be distributed to corporations and consumers around the world. The Fraser…

  Last night I had an abnormal experience which almost had me calling 911. I had slept only a couple of hours when I awoke choking. That’s a fairly normal routine for me as I have post-nasal congestion quite often – especially while lying down. [Wish I was a horse – could sleep standing up.]…

Tonight I came across this beautiful poem from Rumi. “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” “You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.” “What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.” “Do you…

LAST POEM IN APRIL I think that poets should be heard Who speak in syncopated words They trim and twist each phrase they use Trying hard to not abuse The language that is their device To convey thoughts which are precise. I wish that those whose speech is wrought With sentences containing naught An idea…

WHY ARE WE SO INCLINED Why are we so inclined to put our leaders on a pedestal? And when their luster doesn’t shine our Facebook posts besmear them. Why are we so inclined to think they can predict the future? And when economy declines we are surprised and snarky. Why are we so inclined to forget their faults and…

Gadzooks- why do I not know these things? I decided to order tickets from what I assumed was a ticket office located in Prince George or at least somewhere in Canada. One month later- yesterday- I received my Visa bill. Yikes!! Can’t phone because phone lines are backed up.  But I did have an email…

PHOTO OF A LOVED ONE Who knew a photograph Could evoke such pain. A sharp, quick, stabbing Wound, seemingly with Internal bleeding. The blood massing into A pool of sadness. I thought it was all over. Two years have flown by And (as they say) he’s In a better place. When time passes Sufficiently, I…