Peter Culley Dead
I abandon my self to a blushing of precise boundaries, like where a squirrel would step up to snap the branch back fast enough to ride the torque all the way back, a walnut under each arm– getaway with...
View Article3rd Cascadia Poetry Festival a Huge Success
Having over the keys to a poetry festival you’ve created can be a nerve-wracking experience, unless the people given the keys are BETTER DRIVERS! Huge thanks to the Nanaimo, BC, local organizing...
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