Thursday, 20 April 2017

The City: a final broadside for London, Ontario

After over half a century living in London, I'm moving out of town with my wonderful wife. The broadside below captures the dichotomy of my having been a Londoner so long ...







































Ferris Wheel photo by Andreas Gripp (Western Fair, 2014)
Please click on the broadside for the larger version.

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

2 new poems in Valley Press Anthology



























Piping at the End of Days : A book of Overcoming
ISBN 978-0-9784821-2-1         
2017

Valley Press (Katherine L. Gordon, ed.) has released a new poetry anthology dealing with the current political climate, particularly in light of the recent American election results. Two new poems that I wrote for this collection, 3 million and This was to be, are included. Also published in this book are poems from Carrie Lee Connel, April Bulmer, Helen Bar-Lev, bill bissett, James Deahl, Chris Faiers, David Fraser, Ellen S. Jaffe, John B. Lee, Ariadne Sawyer, Johnmichael Simon, Stan White, Anna Yin, and Katherine L. Gordon.

Monday, 27 March 2017

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Monday, 6 March 2017

Monday, 2 January 2017

New Poetry Book Release: Seasonal Psalms








































Seasonal Psalms is a collection of selected eastern-style verse (haiku, shanzi, sijo and tanka). Includes several new haiku. 52 pages, perfect-bound, $10. Available from the Harmonia Press Book Order Page and also available as a free PDF e-book at Internet Archive and Scribd.


From Seasonal Psalms:


Haiku

Birds flee in unison,
fly in V-formation
Gales rail against them



Haiku

Full moon
free of clouds
Crescendo of crickets




January's Illusion (Shanzi)

Winds blow the snow
into rippling drifts

The farmer's flat field,
a lake of white

Waves crest in gusts --
the barn a barge
in winter's mirage



Tanka

The waves crash ashore
on this island's barren beach.
Turtles bury eggs,
labour slowly to the sea,
oblivious to outcomes



Sijo

There is bamboo in the dill
and udon soup you've made for me.
A thoughtful gift, reminiscent
of our walk in the hills
where we spotted its growth
in places said were not possible