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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 →

“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.” -William Shakespeare, As You Like It Shakespeare was right, of course, … Continue reading →

than reaching the top of the ladder and discovering you’re on the wrong wall.–Joseph Campbell (Also when you’re not getting back anything resembling the great amount you’re giving, sharing, and putting out.) (previously published November 18, 2012)