I've always believed that being a writer, a poet - being an artist of any kind - means that our art expands from our souls to the page to the canvas or brick wall - into the world where others can experience it. In doing so, in the sharing of our art, we can connect with… Continue reading David Brydges – Gathering & Sharing Poetry
I wanted to post the two pieces of writing that I shared because...well, I'm proud of them, and I'm proud of myself for having the guts to participate in this way. Also, I'm grateful for the opportunity to share the stage with incredible writers and advocates for writing, and I'm grateful to be a member… Continue reading What I Said – #CWS2016 – Panel and LCP Awards Presentation
*I wrote this yesterday, May28, but couldn't post it due to internet connection issues.* Today is my birthday. On this day, it was a Sunday then, thirty-seven years ago, my mother, she was twenty-one then, was labouring me into this world. I was a small baby, long and skinny like a just-hatched bird, I am… Continue reading The Roots of my Tongue – A Birthday Soliloquy
It’s National Poetry Month for at least another week and a bit so I think it’s high time I write this particular blog. I'm gonna give you some transparency here. People ask me all the time 'how do you do it'? I'm not sure that they're asking specifically about how I exist as a professional… Continue reading Poetic Opinions – On Fees, Dues and Definitions
OnWords AGM Writers Conference - The Writers Union of Canada (aka 'Twuck' rhymes with...luck.) May 29-June 1 St. John’s, Newfoundland I left Windsor on Thursday morning more than ready to get on a plane and venture east. My only worry was how my ears would feel. See, they pop and pressure worse than popcorn at… Continue reading TWUC OnWords Writers Conference & AGM
I'm being called to the water...Water Street, giant boats hugging the land's edge...I'll venture closer after lunch...for now, here is more of what I'm seeing. There is ocean wind and island belonging in the deepness of the wrinkles on their faces... From my poem 'Older Men In St. John's'
To say it is beautiful here, in words, is not enough. I've taken photos over the last two days of what I'm seeing so you can see it too. As I walk these hilly streets, and my calves speak to me in shin splints, my heart is whole and revived, and I feel peaceful among… Continue reading Photo Essay – St. John’s, Newfoundland – Day 1