My left eye wanders as I write,
Drawn away as a boy from chores
Distracted by cherry red muscle cars,
Trimmed and caked over by frost
Delectable as after-dinner pie,
Which signals to us all long before
The oven door groans open
And, back bent, a round rump low
Hunts midst the heat for gold.
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.
