The Mountains Were Calling (a poem)

We drove west along the Trans-Canada amidst the Stoney Nakoda Nation, A spur of the moment plan without any hesitation. Through the rolling foothills, land so rugged and raw, it was the scene in the distance that captured our awe: Jagged peaks all ablaze against the...

Au Revoir (a poem)

Au Revoir ‘Twas nice to see you – I’ve missed you so many miles between us, yet one would hardly know.   ‘Twas nice to see you – you haven’t changed a bit, as youthful as ever: could it be our kismet?   ‘Twas nice to see you, my loyal friend. We’ve shared...