Author Archives: rdavies

defy reason on cold frosty days of winter. I recall my first encounter with them working as a paper boy in 1959-60. Many of the homes in my St. James neighborhood of Wallasey St. and Thompson Dr. had old-fashioned steps … Continue reading →

whereby school children go to cemeteries to leave poppies on deceased soldiers’ graves is an excellent way to honour the dead who fought in wars to safeguard our country, other countries, and the world. For me, this is a significant, … Continue reading →

Earlier I had discussed T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land” and Allen Ginsberg’s “Kaddish” as two of the top 20th century poems. Ginsberg’s legendary “Howl”, published in 1956 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s press, would be a third, and it memorably became the … Continue reading →

we are greater than we know.” -William Wordsworth, “Sonnet to the River Duddon”

A cruel, nasty bureaucrat sans mercy or pity for senior and vulnerable Albertans. (Klein was decent compared to this heartless, soulless dictator.) Albertans shall rue the day they ever gave power to this liar and fraud.

The older grandson will be dressed up as a geode for Halloween and he’ll carry a real one in case people don’t know what that is. The younger grandson will be dressed up as a dog and the family dog … Continue reading →

Down to my last few copies of my spring chapbook Greatest Hits Vol. 1. E-mail richard.davies@shaw.ca for more info on how to obtain a signed one of these.

That was how kids announced themselves at people’s doorways in the ’50s and early ’60s. Of course, apples were traditional to give out until the reports of razor blades in them emerged, and then candy and chocolate became more the … Continue reading →

Loussier, the brilliant French pianist who passed last March. It was back in the 1950s that his love affair with delightfully melding Bach and jazz first began. He applied his successful original hybrid approach to other classical composers (Debussy, Satie) … Continue reading →

in a vintage Volkswagen van tent by oneself. No grown-ups. Does it get any better at age 4?