A Vancouver letter-carrier fills the unforgiving minutes on Fraser Street.

Examining Nietzsche through mesquite smoke. Philosophically pulled- prose.

How I learned to bridge the inter-generational empathy gap between co-workers in a variety of employment scenarios using Bobcat Logic.

My blood sometimes whispers the secrets of ancestral lands...

Meditation as alchemy as bonsai. The tree becoming the gardener. Reflections on Guided Meditations. (7)

A tribute to poetry, a most human art and a long time love of mine. With links to the audio version of my earlier poems.

Looking back at my schooling from Louisiana to Squamish.

The superior man sets his life in order and examines himself. Using, understanding and benefitting from the I-Ching.

A Spanish tale of two sad birds in Tarragona. An epic campsite, a mystery man, lime soap, a wedding band and Angel's Tits.

A poem dedicated to all women.

When you account for your ancestors, you are never alone. When you account for their foes, you need to watch your six.

Word sketches written on paper place mats at a truck stop. -with a humble Irish tip of the hat to J. P. Donleavy

A poem dedicated to my grand-daughter, Madison Hawes.

Two poems that are looking into our eyes.

Two poems from 1976. Inspired by and dedicated to the Fraser Canyon and the spirit that moves throughout this region where I live.

Two poems I wrote to honour my second wife, Mei San, the mother of my first-born son.

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

An autist looks at love. Poem by Michael Hawes.