Tomorrow is April 1st. As I write that I feel a frisson of excitement. April is National Poetry Month (in Canada, the U.S. and perhaps other places too). This April, as I’ve done during the last several Aprils, I’m planning to drop other projects and works-in-progress and concentrate on poetry. Yes!! Last year I wrote… Continue reading Preserving
Note to Spring The monsoons of March with their downpours and douses are greening the sides of the fences and houses. Yes, we love green (it is St. Paddy's Day, after all!) but we’re eager for more colors to brighten the outdoor decor. Purple and yellow red, blue, pink, and white we’re longing to find… Continue reading Note to Spring
Curling In the hack and grip your rock crouch and graceful glide precise eyes on broom across the sheet send the stone along the ice. But you can’t hit everything— need to keep the four-rock rule. Play it cagey—make the tick learned in Weagle curling school. Skip is yelling from the house to the sweepers,… Continue reading Curling
A few weeks ago Ed DeCaria announced that the March Madness poetry competition would be back with a new name (Madness! Poetry) and a new website (madnesspoetry.com). At that time he put out the call for poets to audition to be an authlete in the competition. One part of the audition was to write an… Continue reading Concession (for now)
Welcome to Poetry Friday, hosted right here today. When I realized, early this month, that I, a Canadian, had signed up to host on the very day of the U.S. inauguration, I gave myself a head slap. What was I thinking? Why hadn’t I noticed earlier? I feel like the wrong person to host today,… Continue reading Poetry Friday – aim high edition
By now you’ve probably switched calendars, thought about—maybe even listed—a few resolutions and goals for the year, and caught yourself writing 2016 instead of 2017 a time or two. Plus, you may have chosen your one-word for 2017. The custom of choosing a word for the year has been around for a while. I’m not… Continue reading Sounds
Yesterday I had a medical procedure which needed an intravenous line to insert contrast dye. My experience at the medical centre was unusually drawn-out as apparently I have what they call “rolly veins” (which have the good sense to slip away from needles). The workers were wonderful, though. And in the hour it took to… Continue reading Technician
We have a beautiful paperbark maple in the back yard. It is one of the last trees to green up in spring and to redden in the fall. We see it from our kitchen window. When it is in full color, it’s almost as if there is a glowing presence outside, looking in at us.… Continue reading What is this light?
This is another poem inspired by a walk and the autumn leaves, which are particularly spectacular this year. Fall Collection I’m collecting fashion pixels leaves so stunning, dyed and pressed. With this season’s stylish outfits Autumn’s golden runways dressed. Slender sleeves of limey yellow ric rac trim of flaming blush bouffant skirt of lacy sun… Continue reading Fall Collection
Poetry took a back seat this busy summer of being a mom and grandma first, writer second. But I did take lots of photos and tried to write a little something every day inspired by a photo. Northeast B.C., where we spent the last three weeks with family, has many magpies. One morning one of… Continue reading Magpie
Violet Nesdoly 