Monthly Archives: June 2014

Grade 12. Class reading Keats’ first stanza of “Ode on a Grecian Urn”, which describes men or gods chasing nymphs: “what maidens loath?/ What mad pursuit?” I asked the young woman student-teacher “Why are the maidens loath?” –which broke up … Continue reading →

There are many nice, beautiful CDs in the Solitudes and Exploring Nature with Music series and many featuring birds with or without music. The above collection is especially outstanding and highly recommended. The quiet, reflective music is sensitively composed and played by … Continue reading →

This pic from behind The Inn at Laurel Point–a beautiful, private, quiet Japanese garden-retreat complete with bonsai and waterfall beside Victoria harbour. It seems to me that the Japanese culture has truly long understood the meditative possibilities of design in conjunction … Continue reading →

(for Scott, 25 years ago) 2 players chasing shadows on a dim-lit city street full moon in september night jet above flashing red hooo-fffffff whho-fff poor man’s tennis: father-son no rhyme or reason to our play writing a poem without … Continue reading →

(for my daughter 25 years ago) The poet is in the garden. He has come to hear your dreams to bless your green endeavours. He speaks to you in earth-tones many sounding strange to your ears. A bird sings of the cedars. Here … Continue reading →

Wandering around the Emily Carr room at the Victoria art gallery. The voices of wild Nature speaking though her van Goghish tree paintings.

(The Sunken Garden, Butchart Gardens, B.C. Late April, this spring) Feeling that closeness and proximity to Nature in so many ways these daze. My son’s family dog lying peacefully, warmly in my lap at a triifecta birthday celebration. Helping my 17-month-old grandson … Continue reading →

There are many quotable lines and speeches taken from Shakespeare: “Beware the Ides of March”, “It was Greek to me.” , “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?”, but some have a greater ring of truth than others and I have … Continue reading →

Without an object of desire he could face down the flames of aurora borealis. He became a poet of weather now and carved his name on clouds. The poles of sun and moon informed this, his final art in a … Continue reading →

(prose poem version) It was time now for love’s new song. His salvation lay far beyond her imagined graces. It was time now to give thanks, to burn all mementos. He would sing of her praises beyond their conclusion. It … Continue reading →