Jun 15, 2017 | Uncategorized
I have a memory from around when I was 4 or 5, It might have been a dream, a piece of media, or a powerful feeling I needed a name for, but I had this image of a child, lost far from home staying in a barn during a storm. Outside the barn is white with fog and raining...
Jun 7, 2010 | Author - Eric H. Janzen
Peccatum Originus Circling this tree we wonderedwhat mystery lay behindthe fruit of our questionWe put distance between usand the boughs heavy with temptationbranches reaching out like hands and talonsto gather us in likefish fighting the shame baited barbed...
Feb 1, 2010 | Author - Ron Dart
You could go for years without seeing him (Acorn), yet he’d always be there somehow, a great craggy presence at the back of your mind, a gnarled tree in silhouette on the horizon.Gwendolyn MacEwenAcorn is an affirmative voice, a gentleness...
