Poetry, Theirs and Ours

Poetry that travels like lightning to electrify your very soul

As jubilados (Spanish for retirees) we’re fans of Leonard Cohen who wrote: “Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”

Gloria's mother

Mothers’ Day

The last time we visited our mothers was in April. The long, Saskatchewan winter stalled out for the week we were there. Flocks of geese

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Cherry blossoms in Japan

Sakura

More than three decades ago when we lived in Calgary, Magellan and I thought we’d go to Japan in the spring for the sakura (桜),

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Cycling Through Life

Today, St Patrick’s Day, is our daughter Lynn’s birthday. Not wanting to embarrass her with some sappy tribute, we’re turning the words over to one

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Sweet as

In his book NZ Frenzy, Scott Cook starts off his discussion of Paturau (Pah-too-rau) Beach with these words: “Oh my god, no way, oh wow,

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leaving the year

Across the street from us is the Maritime Museum. Thanks to its harbour master, for the first time in the twenty years we’ve lived here

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Lilac Season

Reading Kelly Kelleher’s essay on the colour lilac, the fashion shade this spring/summer, awakened a dormant inspiration to write a poem on lilacs. Going to Saskatchewan

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