More apocalypse, less angst
I bought the complete collected works of Carl Sandburg yesterday at a secondhand bookstore in Ottawa – and am sufficiently enamoured of this poem to post it here. It’s a great one for reading outloud. I’m in love with Sandburg at the moment. Hammers… Continue Reading “Another Sandburg poem.”
Below the cut I have included the short story All Summer in a Day – which I was reminded of this morning as the sun poured through my windows for the first time in a very long while. Do you remember the story? It… Continue Reading “All Summer in a Day”
I remember the voice coming out of my kitchen radio sometime back in 2003 or 04 – before I moved to the Sunshine Coast – when I still lived above Turks, on the Drive. It caught me, that voice and the poetry it was… Continue Reading “Voice.”
(A story about contentment) Lying on a beach log propping up a broken ankle, covered in mud from ankle to hip, watching the sun go down and the tide come up while waiting for rescue to arrive. It’s hard to imagine being content in… Continue Reading “Broken in between.”