I use it as a door stop now, but my mother’s old blue-and-white typewriter is close by. She clacked out university essays on it and later, she would dig it out for me and plunk it on the rug in front of the television, to keep me as a school child occupied on snow days. […]
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Week Two: “What Our Hearts Are Saying to Us”
“Poetry is a living art, it’s living in each and every one of us all the time. We just have to recognize it.” – George Elliott Clarke Canada’s new parliamentary poet laureate, the poet of the nation, is going to sort me out. I can’t properly trace my disdain for poetry, where the roots are […]