November Run
and now you hang on my shoulder / as I lead the way, taking you on, pressing the pace
Read MoreFact-based journalism that sparks the Canadian conversation
and now you hang on my shoulder / as I lead the way, taking you on, pressing the pace
Read Morehow I desired, / beyond all reason, those unreachable sweets
Read MoreI could take this hammer and drive it / through a wet-oak memory of itself
Read MoreNo bread crumbs left to return us, but diversions / Lobbed beyond a blind hill into the unforeseeable
Read More