Category Archives: Poems

bill bissett’s banana peels and slipping into a Zen moment

Just another rainy morning Last week, the weather forecasts for Vancouver were lousy, predicting rain or heavy rain every day. On one of those mornings I resigned myself to doing an indoor workout at the rec centre, figuring if I … Continue reading

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Enchantment with books Part I: Tim Winton’s Eyrie

From late September until early November, I read several good books, attended Vancouver Writers Fest events, and listened to radio interviews of writers (mainly CBC’s wonderful Writers & Company with Eleanor Wachtel). Every one of these books or interviews overwhelmed … Continue reading

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Dulce et Decorum Est

Dulce et Decorum Est  by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turn our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men … Continue reading

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Chameleon Eyes

Your chameleon eyes draw me in I’m drowning I want to drown I want to be immersed in you A glance is an eternity But your eyelids drop instantly Chameleon eyes hiding from me. . My own eyelids too quickly … Continue reading

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How I choose books to read

Reading is just another activity that has been hugely changed by computers and other entertainment technology. I’m writing this post for those of you who still read books—or have the ambition to read them. I don’t believe people will ever … Continue reading

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How I REALLY feel about not being able to run

After reading my enthusiastic posts about cross-training and 20-minute cardio workouts at the gym, you might think I don’t miss running that much. Wrong. Truth is funny. There can be more than one truth; every coin has two sides. If I … Continue reading

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Ode to Indian summer: reading John Keats’s “To Autumn”

The extended summer we’ve been experiencing in Vancouver reminded me of my favourite Keats poem, “To Autumn”. He wrote the poem on September 19, 1819, so I’m a few days late posting it here. As I reread the poem, I … Continue reading

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