7. Thick blanket of snow fertile ground hidden beneath You and I, apart 8. Cold winter sinks its icy fangs into bare hands My Muse, so distant 9. Frozen moonless sky blankets the night with stillness We find ourselves lost 10. Snow reflects daylight candle lights night reflection Season of mirrors…

I romanticize you all year long, dreaming of your warm embrace, your perfumed evening, your languid morning, your unrelenting afternoon. And then like some imposter, I watch the skies and every leaf and petal for any rumor of your pending departure. "I'm right here," you say, but I'll have none…

"Seated Female Nude" (1853-54), albumen silver print from glass negative. Courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art under an "Open…

Summermoon, I cannot escape the memory of you, still streaming through my window, stray light from so long ago, inescapable longing, endless complication, whispers of her name & mine in your lazy Low Country drawl

1. Drifting through darkness evaporating winter A drive in the fog 2. Small remnant of snow dissolving in Spring sunlight The last of your tears 3. Soon after the rain evening fills with floral scents I recall your smile 4. Storm clouds rolling in as lilacs dance on the breeze…

This picture does as good a job as any at encapsulating what you’ll find in the “downtown core” of Ashton, Ontario, a tiny village tucked away in a quiet southwest corner of rural Ottawa. …

When travelling to historic Burritts Rapids, Ontario from Ottawa (via Donnelly Drive or Dwyer Hill Road), one of the first landmarks you’ll see is Christ Church (Anglican), with an adjoining cemetery in the back. The parish formed in 1822, while construction on the church began in 1831, and was completed…

The following was originally posted in 2015 on my old blog, which itself now exists purely for archival purposes. While written at a time when I was much further to the left on the political spectrum, I continue to stand by what I said then, regardless of what some of…

I’m not the first to say it, but the unfolding Depp v. Heard defamation trial is serving to further expose the infantile and misguided nature of the “#BelieveAllWomen” sloganeering that arose from the “#MeToo” movement. Seeing Amber Heard’s narrative fall apart in real time underscores the hastiness of the knee-jerk condemnation Johnny Depp faced when she first accused him of domestic abuse, as well as the insanity of the de rigueur tendency to conflate mere accusation with actual guilt, presumably in the name of identity…