Artemisia

The Hand at work, reconciling my unnecessary guilt using mountains, mailmen and Marines.

A man and his cat ponder their place in the food chain.

How I was able to honour my father long after his death for deeds he accomplished long before I was born.

They say if you peer too long into the abyss, it will begin to look back at you.

In which two young dogs encounter two old cats and learn to appreciate Sinatra.

Love, passion, footwear and dental modifications merge for a Vancouver letter-carrier.

A Harlequin-style romance for squirrels.

The tragedy of his wife's condition had been perfectly met by the care and tenderness of her husband. It was a daily lesson for me.

On the adaptability of crows and men when eating lunch in the urban outdoors of our era.

Pondering the nature and fate of culture from a barber’s chair.

In which, at long last, I allow myself to cry.

On finding your family, pondering hidden siblings and a tribute to my friend, Ms. Judy Joe.

In which a man in a wheelchair teaches me not to judge a book by its cover.

A sword learns, "All wars of religion are only civil wars, and by civil war no nation's condition was ever bettered." Prince Henry -1618

If we could actually understand the bond between a man and a woman, we would have destroyed that bond which is rooted in the Mystery.

In which I learn of the purpose and fate of a poem I wrote twenty years before my retirement.

Introduction to Recollections of a Vancouver Letter-carrier.