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 ...