Tributaries unannounced emerge from hidden closets of the earth
While spangled oft-by-child-tangled grasses shiver and wake with stiff smiles
The well-wrought and in-a-fraught-pile-rotting-compost breathes as it heaves
In sight of the sun since-sour-but-ripening-wisely to a fair zenith
A well-earned resurrection for the Son-of-Man making the dull day
Ever the more shine in a restless-dark-won-at-last though scorched and scathed
Todd Anderson (Stuff of the Rind, Sand and Sail, The Reluctant Prophet) writes the newsletter Mirth to share a behind-the-scenes look at his writing process as well as to offer readers the first fruits of his poetry and reflections. He grew up in the forests of small-town Ontario, contending against nature in all its beauty and harshness. His training as a literary scholar of Latin and English literature inflects his love of poignant turns of phrase, but it is the influence of his family and their myriad adventures together that infuses his story-telling and poetry with its substance and power. Todd lives and writes in Ottawa with his wife and six children. If you are interested in supporting Todd’s work, please follow the links below to donate or buy his books.
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