What to Do When You’re Hurting

My dad is retired. He spends his summers in Ontario fishing and enjoying a simple existence he’s worked hard to acquire. But that’s not the story. He’s spent a lifetime doing for others — his children first, wife second, himself last. I remember Christmases where we had presents under the tree, but looking back, I don’t… Read More What to Do When You’re Hurting

Ambiguity in Poetry

In a writing group recently, one of the participants said about a poem of mine “It’s accessible.” I thought about that. I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or insulted. I chose happy, but only just. The poem wasn’t meant to be ambiguous, so I couldn’t fault the participant for the statement. But it… Read More Ambiguity in Poetry