Olinda — I desire poems of pure breathing: gusts of puppy play roses exuding their perfume silent gardens and mountain meadows breathing in and out chestnuts respiring oxygen in hazy light carbon dioxide ...
Banff — It was on this floor that I learned how to let go, how to let loose. I’m at The Banff Centre which I call “the artist spa”. Never am I treated so well as an artist as when I am here. If you are here ...