poetry

As a parent of school-aged children who attend school, I find it fun and fascinating getting to know their classmates. Among my eldest son’s classmates is Anya Harshan. Anya fascinates me. She always has something remarkable to tell me when I see her. Her stories these days revolve around her prized companion, snowflake, a kitten that has stolen her heart. Anya’s heart is bursting and although snowflake occupies most of the real estate, she has plenty of room for everyone; young and old, alive and deceased. 

“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music...And people flock around the poet and say: “Sing again soon” that is, “May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”

“Great art picks up where nature ends” - Marc Chagall

When I first met Ashley Wolodka, I was instantly attracted to the fire in her eyes. 

If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.” -Vincent Van Gogh

September can feel like the most anticipated goodbye to a deliciously golden season. Summer is a season so anticipated here that we are grieving its departure before it’s fully over! Summer, sweet, sweet summertime. As we dawn our masks and crack open the books for another academic year, I remind you to reminisce, to soak up those September rays, and remember how life sometimes can feel perfectly in bloom. 

Spirited Summer

hematoma sunshine

When I first met Rachel Behan she was at ease, definitely shining, and moving through time and space on a wavelength that suited me perfectly. I came to learn (her accent, a melodic and effervescent Manchester dialect) that she worked as a nanny and simply adored living in Fernie.

What are our memories right now? How will we recall a time so isolated, so inconceivable, so true? Fernie, here is my love letter to you.

Spenser Fawcett is a welcoming smile, an avid flower gardener, a gentle pat on the back, a genuine wealth of fun, a Frisbee golfer, and an advocate for cannabis and it’s evolving culture. He is all things knowledgeable when it comes to what you should, could, and want to indulge in to elevate your human experience. 

I met Lenore Rosgen when I was working at Riverside Value Drug Mart in Drumheller, Alberta, where I grew up. She was always quick with a funny jab or a sweet smile. She often accompanied her husband Richard who was on oxygen at the time, a charming gentleman farmer not far from town.

Knowing Mike Bull is a lot like arriving at an amusement park with an unlimited amount of ride tickets clenched tightly in your sweaty palm. It’s thrilling, wild, and full to the brim with unadulterated joy.