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 […]

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 […]

As winter flaunts its constitutional right, temperatures plummet through the night. Promised snow drawing near; the worst of the season soon to be here. As expected, wicked winds will test our humanity. We will question why, the here and now, protest inexplicably, then accept facts and fate anyhow. What else can we do? We anticipate […]