Author Archives: Joanna M. Weston

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she is now living in Shawnigan Lake, BC. She is married to Robert, an accountant, and they have three sons, Andrew Jon Mark ... and two cats, Alice and Chaucer. 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... Clarity House Press has published several of her chapbooks including: Berry and the Birthday Band (2010) One of These Little Ones (1987) – out of print Cuernavaca Diary (1990) – out of print Seasons (1993) – out of print Watch-night (2005) – out of print

FaceBook Frazzle

I don’t spend a lot of time of FaceBook though I like following what people are doing, admire the successes, and share the griefs. There are occasions, however, when it drives me nuts … FACEBOOK FRAZZLE there’s a pattern                     to … Continue reading

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The Annual

It’s the time of year when birds are migrating, trees change colour as they stop storing sugar to begin their resting time. It’s also the season of storms, power-cuts, and other seasonal joys … THE ANNUAL I bend and hear … Continue reading

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A Litter of Roads

The Anglo-Saxons called this month Gerstmonath, barley month, that being the crop usually harvested at this time. There are two special days to celebrate: Sept.13 is International Chocolate Day and Sept.16 International Day for the Preservation of the Ozone Layer. … Continue reading

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The Horse

Passing a field with horses in summer is to catch a breath of adventure, or a sense of when life moved a little more slowly. Or perhaps a sense of competition, gymkhanas, races … the held breath of watching horses … Continue reading

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Typhoon

I’ve seen a funnel cloud on the prairies and, fortunately, we out-ran it. The devastation can be awful as we’ve all seen on the news … TYPHOON the wind razed all we had … doors broke down … hinges                           fell … Continue reading

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The Making of Small

Ants, acorns, daisies, all the tiny things that we tend to overlook or take for granted, yet they make up the details of our beautiful world … THE MAKING OF SMALL I hold a pebble                       in my hand curve fingers … Continue reading

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Self Portrait as Thursday

Somehow Thursday never seems to be an important day in the week: in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, Arthur Dent says: “This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays”. I’m not sure … Continue reading

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