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Our Emotional Connection to the Earth

December 2017 This winter, Abbotsford turned to ice. For two days straight, frozen rain fell from grey skies, covering trees, roads, and cars in a thick layer of ice. Shops closed early in fear of not being able to return home at the end of the day, giving the city an eerie feeling, like everyone …

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Analyzing Poetry: What’s Good and What’s Not?

Unpopular Opinion: All Poetry is Good Poetry I read a lot of poetry, in a lot of different styles: Wordsworth, Keats, Sexton, Czaga, Ginsberg, Plath, Peters (and far too many more to list). Each of these poets has their own unique style, and there’s no question in my mind whether they can be considered poets …

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Poem: Memory Film of Point Roberts

Memory Film of Point Roberts   Summer of ‘98 and the russet hatchback swings into a narrow, flower lined driveway. Poppies, lavender, chrysanthemums intertwine to create a marbled smudge, a watercolor painting. Further on the indigo, wind-blown log cabin perched upon a bluff blends in to the sky beyond, a two-dimensional backdrop, dangerous, a sharp …

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Writing Prompts #3: Writing Ideas and Exercises to Help Break Writers Block

  September Writing Prompts Write something.. Using the words snake, room, and wake. Where the main character is a forty-two year old man From the point of view of a polar bear. Using the words fight, bury, and awkward. From the point of view of your seven year old self. That takes place in a …

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Poem: False Memories

False Memories I am always surprised by the childhood memories that creep into the corners of my mind.   They are hazy memories, cloudy memories, memories of a pair of shoes I owned or that, once, I loved reading mysteries.   I shift them, roll them around, but they don’t fit quite right, as though …

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