eyes of faith
I met a man in the grocery store with the face of a wandererAnd a cart full of hot dogsHe stopped me to tell me he saw faith in my daughter’s eyesThe faith he n...
Month: February 2011
Ode to Winter Camp
This is a poem I wrote years ago in honour of our winter camp at PWK High School in Fort Smith, NWT. Every February, my thoughts inevitably turn back to the hap...
Drunk
If I were strong enough, I could bear this pleasure. But I am a mere mortal, and my vanities incline me to drink too deeply. The sweet drop, fitting in its plac...
one morning
One morning I woke up to discover the Trinity had a pillow fight the night before. Giant feathery flakes were floating from the heavens, the overflow of some se...