Advent and Aurora Dreams
I sat down to write about Advent, but this burst out instead. That’s the thing with Advent. Hope gives you a little nudge and your heart rips wide open. This pi...
Category: north
When the Snow Crunches
At minus twenty, the sound of snow beneath my boots changes – it’s the sound of my childhood. When the snow crunches, winter has settled in, and no use fi...
Memory of a river
The Slave River, Fort Smith, Northwest Territories And even in the dead of northwest winter, with a silver hush over all the world, the rapids murmur. There are...
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...