Poetry
November brings thoughts of closure and completion – sometimes willing and sometimes imposed – as…
Down narrow corridors of the Muskowekwan School for Indigenous Children, we enter the nightmare of…
We think of death as merely the opposite of life and in a fundamental and…
August – named after Roman emperor Augustus Caesar – with its loaded name arrives carrying…
Wolf came to me, once. I thought about Faust. “My perception creates my forest,” said…
Oh, Children of War! “I want to read something to you. I will translate.” Salam…
“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,…
