poetry

No Place Like Home

On Jan. 11, CV2 Magazine (Contemporary Verse 2: The Canadian Journal of Poetry and Critical Writing) celebrated Winnipeg poets and visual artists by launching “No…


Hope in Dirt City

Cadence Weapon is my kind of rapper; I can’t decide if I want to sit down and talk literature and philosophy with him – or…


Winnipeg in writing

Sometimes it takes a fresh set of eyes to see something for what it is, and this is especially true of Manitoba. Manitoba is at…


Transit Waltz

I dance with the bus Each turn, each curve Each jolt, each thrust I dance with the bus I dance with the bus On way…


The Lullaby

From the pile of ash and melting snow lies an ember hatchling ready to grow. Through the passage of time it’s provided us light —…


Upside down

DOWN I’m sick of people thinking that they are better than me and I’m sick of me thinking that I am better than them simply…


Sacred Portal

Nothing is stable . . . Not a thought, nor whim, nor prayer. Too many inexpressible feelings. I stomp the ground. Ahh there it is…



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I’m great, however

I’m great, however . . . Things are getting better. Actually they’re great. “I’m great,” I smile. “Me too,” she glows. We’re great. However ….