poetry – Lina Branter

My new Favourite Poet

I have a new favourite poet. His name is Bruce Taylor. He was born in 1960. He lived in Montreal for a while and now lives in Wakefield with his family. That’s all I really know. When I googled him, the information on him was as slim as a wheat field after a horde ofContinue reading “My new Favourite Poet”

Musings on turning 35

I am going to be 35 years old tomorrow. 35. Thirty-Five. Trente-cinq ans. This is the first year where my age feels like a canker sore in my mouth. It stings when I run my tongue over it, but I can’t seem to stop. 35. Halfway dead. Okay, that is not exactly true. According toContinue reading “Musings on turning 35”