Evensong
The day we buried Daddy– it’s not that I was happy, but I heard a robin singing to my left, in a tree, somewhere high– It’s not that I was … Continue reading Evensong
Month: May 2015
Sky Aria
Over Ville Marie, thunder clouds bloom today and raindrops start their patter on my windshield, like scurrying nuns late for mass, rosary-beads flying like the traffic on Ste-Catherine Street this … Continue reading Sky Aria
Inner City Respite
A grey-haired, gap-toothed lady swept in from the coast today with poetry in her plastic bag. She’s coming back at four, for bandaids, food and shelter. Brilliant blue cow-vetch and … Continue reading Inner City Respite
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