Maybe I’m a stickler for detail… but even the moose stopped in their tracks!
I am still reeling from what I heard on a Poetry Magazine podcast this morning. I just fired a letter off to the editors, and will follow up this post … Continue reading
Morning at the End of the World
Yesterday’s slush is now clods and streams of ice we crunch through, the dog with his long clicking claws and I with my strap-on cleats on my Canadian Thinsulate boots. It is only the morning, and … Continue reading