As a kid, I had a close friend whose family moved away and suddenly one day he was just gone. For some reason, the memory of losing him has always been tied up with this other one...


Five random musings inspired by this quotation from Renato Rosaldo: "The material of poetry is not so much the event as the traces it leaves.”


I don't get to go to Costa Rica this year, so I revisit it in my mind. Last year's trip was extra-special because I shared it with family...


No one runs toward bravery, do they? I think we just put one foot in front of the other and one day someone tells us they think what we've done is brave...

Blue Day

This somewhat ekphrastic poem emerged after looking at a photograph of an art installation of work by Nathan E. Carson at The Power Plant art gallery in Toronto.

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