Stations

Posted on March 27, 2016March 27, 2016 by Laurel Archer

A Poem for Easter Saturday…reaching for Sunday. Stations Begin again at the point autism’s treachery entered, through the genes, or the environment, or whatever; does it matter? Face off w... Read More

Green Teal Love

Posted on February 14, 2016February 14, 2016 by Laurel Archer

There is a small duck that sometimes appears on a pond near my home with which I have become infatuated.  The Green-winged Teal is the smallest of the dabbling ducks.  The female is very similar to ... Read More

Love me into speechlessness

Posted on March 27, 2015March 27, 2015 by Laurel Archer

Playing with the Sestina The group sestina project has been intriguing, for the reasons I’ve written about, but the Sestina form itself in also intriguing.  At first it was frustrating, because... Read More

La Petite Apocalypse Quotidienne – a mini journal

Posted on February 5, 2015March 27, 2015 by Laurel Archer

Apocalypse — “A prophetic revelation, especially concerning a cataclysm in which the forces of good permanently triumph over the forces of evil” (Dictionary.com) Quotidian — &#... Read More

Awake – a pantoum

Posted on February 5, 2015March 27, 2015 by Laurel Archer

Awake as the sun rises turning toward the tasks of today yesterday’s expectations loosen to make room for imagination; turning toward the tasks of today writing my way to the centre to make sens... Read More