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(Victoria, BC) As I look out on a familiar streetat the grocery as Sunday shopperspick up food for the week ahead,I sit at a table for two as one. I do not mind. He has been a good sport,sipped more … Continue reading →

(I stop my quick walk when,looking down, I seewords chalked in white,fading into sidewalk) Poem byHoneyValley (then a line of words in blue chalk,mostly worn away, unreadable,and three more lines) Do you hear that?the engine of your machinewhirring hard (good … Continue reading →

(In memory of Emily Carr of Victoria, BC,and Emily Dickinson of Amherst, Mass.) Emily’s Elephant does not seem big enoughto resemble an actual elephant,but that’s what Miss Carr calledthe small rectangular wooden structurethat the artist used as a traveling studio. … Continue reading →

(for Dickie) Though I have cut your hairfor decades, now, when wevacation in Victoria, you head to Sean, the James Bay barber,for a proper cut—not just ofhair but for a good trim of the caterpillars over youreyes, as Sean calls … Continue reading →

(at The Butchart Gardens, Vancouver Island, BC) It’s not to be,Hamlet,it’s two bee! 2Bs bee-ing,buzzing from blossomto blossom, picking up anddepositing floralrewards along the way. 2Bsare a blossom’sbonus, don’cha know,as the flowersmust, their intimate partsbee-ing tickledby bumbles dislodging pollenfrom male … Continue reading →

Fishin’, my father believed,did not necessarily mean catchin’,though catchin’ was nice, too,especially the tender little trouthe and my mother occasionallysnagged from the West Walker Riverhigh in the Sierra Nevada. Fishin’ rarely meant catchin’to my fly fishing husband,who’d grown up bait … Continue reading →

where, 64 years ago, youjust-minted high school graduate,decided to brave the waters of the Strait of Georgia, onthe coastal middle an islandcalled Vancouver, at a seaside resort calledthe Sea-esta, showing off,perhaps, just a little, for the teenaged daughterof the friends … Continue reading →

(for Louise and Bill Johnson, our friends on the 50th parallel in Campbell River, BC) ••• If we ever doubted that we are one world,that we share so much, come stand at, say, the 50th parallel, the circleof latitude that … Continue reading →

The pianist, live and in fine form,does not play “Tea for Two,”though we are two for tea this Sunday at the Empress,the queen of high tea in Victoria.Instead, he’s declaring, with rippling flourishes,what the world needs nowis love, which is … Continue reading →

(Victoria, British Columbia) Painted on the bricksof Bastion Squarethe simple request— MORE JUSTICE— each emphatic letterrendered, perhaps,by a unique hand, showing what’spossible when avariety of humans comes togetherkindly, cooperatively,for a common goal. Turn it into a prayer— MORE PEACE— this … Continue reading →