Kristin Catherwood
-
Mountains High Valleys Low
I remember standing on the summit of some mountain in the Selkirks in BC, looking out…
-
Jesse James and Other Scoundrels and Heroes
Growing up, I knew folk from my community who claimed to be a relation of the…
-
Prit’ near
prit’near: Something that is very like something else; something that is close in time or space…
-
Thoughts from the Main Line
An old town on the main line, where the trains still whistle through, even if they…
-
Why I Cannot Sleep
I believe I will never quite know, Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly…
-
Here
When I consider…the small space I occupy and which I see swallowed up in the infinite…
-
to find a ghost
Andy — today I went looking for your ghost in Wood Mountain. Rounding the last curve…
-
Bill the Fiddler
Hot lunch hour on Scarth Street and I sat on the same quad of benches as…
-
To a Wood Mountain Poet
Suknaski – or can I call you Andy? Not Andrew, but Andy as they still call…
-
It takes nothing to forget
It was her birthday yesterday, she would have been 57. It’s hard to imagine that, since…
from the gap 