Author Archives: Joanna M. Weston

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...

beach scene

It’s beach time, summer and the lazy days of sun and watching waves splash on sand. Time to swim or read or do absolutely nothing and all of it outside, as long as it doesn’t rain … BEACH SCENE (chain … Continue reading

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Drop Scones

The fun of baking with Grandmother or her sister, the watching, stirring, smelling, tasting … Such good memories … DROP SCONES     (Triolet)                                      the recipe came from Great Aunt Bee who added things while I stirred as a four-year-old at … Continue reading

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Night at Sea

What can happen when you’re sailing at night and the wind goes from North to South, skies dark. And yes, this actually happened … NIGHT AT SEA wind changed anchor dragged   twice brought seaweed to the surface                with a lee … Continue reading

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Lexical

Dictionaries are always useful, good browsing material too. And, just sometimes, worth playing word-games with … LEXICAL  (acrostic) discovering                                        ideologies closeted tidily or inserted oddly with notions arbitrarily regularly yoked A A ‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws … Continue reading

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Cloud-land

I haven’t reach the point of dreaming about rain, but almost! We need it, the land needs it badly … CLOUD-LAND a length of cloud                              reaches down wraps a roof-line and takes it   up into a somewhere over South Africa … Continue reading

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In the Heights

There’s something almost ethereal about looking up and watching a building going up, the height, the spaces between studs and rafters … IN THE HEIGHTS a hammer holds cloud                               and studs in place where men crawl on scaffolding tying knots … Continue reading

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Enter Comfort

It’s a weird world right now, talking to a neighbour with the road between us, spending time on Zoom to be with family and yet there are still joys, if strange ones … ENTER COMFORT we close windows still the … Continue reading

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An Old Game

The game of life continues. These days we react and respond at a distance from each other so the results may be different and perhaps hard to take … AN OLD GAME bishops, knights on black and white                                    not touching … Continue reading

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Music in the House

We’re all caught in the silences of living, with birds caroling outside and music (or TV if that’s your thing) of one sort or another inside … MUSIC IN THE HOUSE sounds drop until the house is littered                  with broken … Continue reading

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For Cyclists

I used to ride a bike, years ago. I admire those who cycle long distances, the Tour de France, Cops for Cancer on Vancouver Island. Now all the house-bound people who are getting out on their bikes, but still keeping … Continue reading

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