Clik here to view.
When you’re getting ready
When you’re getting ready to leave for an out-of-town show and you do a last minute facebook message check, whatever you do, don’t get distracted and browse the pretty pictures on the screen. Don’t...
View ArticleClik here to view.
In the Truck With My Dad and Bob
It’s a hot summer day in 1982 and my dad and I are in his white Ford pickup, making our way across town to the hardware store. I’m wearing shiny red shorts and the vinyl seat is hot and sticky against...
View ArticleA Poem
Honoured to have another wee poem published over at Literary Mama today First Memory
View ArticleA tiny video where I didn’t cheat and put on a nice scarf
My duo partner, PK (Pamela) and I got together for a few days of practice for our upcoming Vancouver Island mini-tour. I am the sort of person who takes a long time to do anything. I have been writing...
View ArticleClik here to view.
map
Yesterday Ella was grouchy and tired and kept leaving messes everywhere. I put her to bed a bit too abruptly, feeling relieved and frayed. This morning she came downstairs in her jammies. “I won’t see...
View ArticleClik here to view.
On the Intangible Feeling of Home
As I write, I am sitting on the beach at the end of my road, leaning up against a log, my notebook on my lap. The tide is low and the sun is glinting off the tide pools. Once in a while, an eagle...
View ArticleClik here to view.
That Yellow Bird
Once, in a year of postpartum depression, when fear of death was something that plagued me, I went for a long run in the evening. I was trying to burn off sorrow. I remember the sky was a luminous...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Neighborhood Birds
There is a raven shrieking from a nearby tree. It sounds like a furious, old woman who smokes too much. The raven woke me this morning at first light, as it has nearly every morning for the past few...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Where Are the Clouds?
Every summer of my childhood, as far back as I can remember, the ice cream truck wound its way through the streets of our subdivision, and up to our road, Griffin Terrace. It started coming in...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Second Best
Tonya had posters up all over her bedroom. One wall was completely covered, so that you couldn’t see even and inch of the paint underneath. There were a few posters of television stars – Ricky...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Suzanne
Thyme is coming up in the garden. I sprinkle it on my scrambled eggs the way a woman showed me once in a quiet house on a small island. She was old and grew enormous dahlias in her garden. Morning...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Oh Summer
It has been raining off and on for days. In the house, the grey light shifts, the fire clicks. The dog sighs and goes back to sleep. It is hard to believe it is only mid-September with all this cold...
View ArticleAll summer I’ve been meditating on the dead cedar
All summer I’ve been meditating on the dead cedar at the side of the yard. I never meant to; I meditate with my eyes open, and out on the porch bench, it was simply the spot my eyes fell when I relaxed...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Graham Herbert Is Riding His Bicycle Across Canada
Graham Herbert is riding his bicycle across Canada. Except he just wants to do it from here, he tells me. So he rides all over our small, beautiful island, clocking the miles. He is not going to stop...
View ArticleNew Single: November Trees
When I wrote this song last November I had no idea how much more the lyrics would apply in November 2020. It’s been quite a year. This song is about anxiety and the grounding of the natural world. Of...
View ArticleI’M OVER HERE ON INSTAGRAM
Dear ones, I’ve been posting tiny stories& poems & sometimes artover on Instagram these days. Feel free to follow me over thereor just pop in to see what I’m up to. xo VISIT ME ON INSTAGRAM
View Article
