The Fog

THE FOG by Sharon Bazant       (My poem entitled “The Fog” placed second in the January Ekphrastic poetry contest in White Rock, B.C. It was inspired by the featured photo by Terence Thomas) SHE WAKES AND REMEMBERS. Trembling, she parts the heavy curtains.   Fog has crept in. The gunmetal ocean across the lane is obscured in a sombre mist. She … More The Fog

Grandma is Home

I found this today while looking through some of my bits and pieces of writing from long ago. It’s about one of my favourite places–my Grandma’s house: I remember sitting on a stool in the sun-dappled warmth of my Grandma’s kitchen. As she kneaded bread I would peer at the deep purple and yellow pansies … More Grandma is Home