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I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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Poetry: it is what I do. Well, it’s not
all I do (and I should do more) but,
I do it a lot. I think it, a lot. I write it.
Sometimes it seems to write itself, but
I take all responsibility for what flows
from my pencil.
I’ll even admit to owning it as it sits in
my notebook, or on some random
scrap of paper, before it appears here,
or there. Or somewhere.
I have always believed a poem is not
a poem until it is shared.
This weekend (Saturday in fact) I’ll be
sharing some of my poetry as part of
Toronto’s Nuit Blanche, as one of the
many performers in
at The Gardiner Museum.
I’ll be reading at 8:30 p.m., and then
later in the night, or early in the morn,
some time between dusk and dawn
(it’s one of those all night things).
I won’t be the only poet, and there will
be belly dancing, singing, palm reading,
story telling, and a lot of music.
KORSI, an installation by Toronto’s Maziar
Ghaderi, follows a reinterpreted Iranian
tradition in the spirit of community and
Come and share the night
The Gardiner Museum, 111 Queens Park
Oct. 1 – 2 7 p.m. – 7 a.m.
Autumn naturally provides
the greatest palette of color, and
broadest range of temperatures
to temp emotion.
In the coming weeks we will witness
more noticeable change than we
have seen all year.
Days still bright, the night,
each night grows longer, as the
third season prepares us for
what is ahead.
We settle in to where we are, or
ponder where we’d rather be.
We take time, when we can,
to stock up on necessities, and find
warmth and comfort, in ourselves
and in others.
The leaves are changing, are you?
the darker moments,
when only uncertainty is sure,
that you find the courage
to step forward, or stand still.
To know your place, or
to continue looking, calls for
strength, dignity, and a humility
only you will know, and
only when you know it.