A wonderful fantasy. I don't know who wouldn't love a place like this!
Maybe I’m intolerant. Maybe I’m a snob. Understand, I like a glass of wine or beer from time to time; occasionally, on particularly festive occasions, I like a Margarita. Two, even. And don’t get me wrong, I love a sensuous tumble perhaps more than the next guy. However… Continue reading
My sixteen-year-old son recently consoled me as I wept over the rejection I received from the Banff School’s Writing Studio’s 5 week residency course. He told me that I would make it, that my writing was good. He has read my work – well, some of it, at least. But on more than one occasion, he has moaned, “Why do you always have to write about sex?” Continue reading
On Monday, October 29th, I was interviewed on Sunshine 89.1 by Jim Birchard in regards to the Writers’ Community of Simcoe County. He was gracious and calm, set me instantly at ease and asked a wide range of questions – from the current status of poetry to the nature of ghostwriting – to which I answered to the best of my ability ( and only hoped that I didn’t disgrace myself.)
Here’s the link to the stream. CLICK HERE
What if? What if this is the moment across which, when I pass, each subsequent moment will be measured, clocked, pointed to as the one that marked the path leading to that final embodied breath? What if? Every moment should be then heightened, exalted somehow. Already, I asked myself, if this is the marker, then which choices will I make – about trips abroad, the stories I will write, the company I will keep? I smiled a happy little smile, knowing that I will die. Because if I live as if I will die, then I will, in fact, live. Exuberantly.
James Dewar is a fine poet, teacher, publisher and friend. This is a great interview about all things poetic.
Here is the interview with Dale Long from his Inkstroke's Blog
I’m back, somewhat tanned, immensely relaxed, restored, refreshed and rejuvenated. I know, that’s a lot of R’s, but I can’t help it… Our retreat, Radical Restoration, was divine in so many senses – from the food to the company to the surroundings, it was all perfection.
On the first day of writing, after yoga in the outdoor palapa, followed by glistening fruits and homemade (from the hacienda’s cacao trees) chocolate spread on our toast and local coffee, I wrote this: