By Stormy Peterson A fresh, new year is finally upon us! I know a lot of us have spent the dwindling days of the previous year ruminating on our lives and loves, or even love-lives (for some); we take stock of where we are, and look ahead with hopeful eyes. We remain hopeful that this […]
Continue reading →I watched the glorious lunar eclipse last night; a Super Moon, a Blood Moon, and a Wolf Moon, all rolled into one. The sky was clear, it was late, but temperatures had dipped past the frigidly-uncomfortable level (-33 wind-chill in Toronto). So I sat, all bundled up, in my car and I just watched. I […]
Continue reading →If I were organized, or if I were to try and become organized, I would bookend my ever-expanding poetry collection with Mary Oliver and Billy Collins. Each poet, each of them American (coincidently), represents dedication to the craft of poetry. Both poets present captivating, assessable, relevant words that confront and comfort life in a manner […]
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