I had an anthology of modern British poetry when I was a teenager and it was one of my favourite books. Always by my bed and largely my favourite because of the poem Valentine. I didn’t know who John Fuller was but I was more than a little obsessed. It was the first poem that got my teenage … Continue reading
[Another edited excerpt from my deleted blog 'Who Am I?' from 2007. I have so little time to write these days but am enjoying posting some of my pieces with my name to it, finally. AB] I went to see my Osteopath yesterday. I’m seeing him on a regular basis as it is doing me … Continue reading
who are you standing at the foot of my bed so beautiful your face smiles its soft joy reaching out to me are you an angel? do you have a message for me? – ‘going tomorrow’ you say ‘that’s good’ i reply just as quickly you’re gone down the septic corridor. i look up … Continue reading
Always be vulnerable To your pain, your fear, your loneliness, To your pleasure too, and your joy. To all that travels through you, These pilgrims from a far-off land. Don’t close the doors, But welcome them all– One a wild, restless spirit Secretly longing to be tamed, Another like a lover on a long, sweet … Continue reading
January by Norman Fischer – only rain in Canada after snow home to sun & sliver of moon Venus bright below today flat white hazy light touches hills sloping shapes to the sea all beautiful things cannot be painted in word or line or color but are some way there … Continue reading
You know it’s a good edition of the Globe & Mail Arts section when Leonard Cohen is on the cover. I pounced on it last Saturday over breakfast. His first album for 8 years is coming out next week, Old Stories. Love him or hate him, he’s still going strong at 77. I had a dream … Continue reading
