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

We were at Ucluelet on the West Coast of Vancouver Island a couple of years ago and the magic of the place stays with me … BEACH SCENE white light streams through firs waves crash through constant wind             mist swallows … Continue reading

Posted in beach, poem, trees | Tagged , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Lost journeys

All too often I forget things, put a book down and forget where I’ve put it, put something in a safe place and can’t remember where the safe place is, or forget the way somewhere. My forgettery works overtime … … Continue reading

Posted in losing things, map, poem | Tagged , , , , , | 1 Comment

I Know a Bank

It’s the time of year when wildflowers appear along verges, in thickets, under hedges, all over the fields … the earth in all its glory … I KNOW A BANK where wild thyme tosses clouds of perfume trumpets of morning … Continue reading

Posted in flowers, poem, season | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

One Afternoon

Some memories bring such a rush of delight, and this is one, added to by time and the joy of the occasion … ONE AFTERNOON the summer of mother’s yellow hat flies into memory                                     on the width of the wind … Continue reading

Posted in garden, hat, hats, poem | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Three bird haiku

Birds, summer or winter, a joy wherever they are, whether in flight or singing their hearts out from a branch. And then there’s their imitators, animal and human … red-winged blackbird sings from the reeds maples in bud                                ***** high … Continue reading

Posted in animals, birds, children, poem | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

Six O’Clock

Very occasionally I get to go down the driveway for the daily paper. It’s an adventure into waking up! … SIX O’CLOCK                                                I merge into morning shadows break threads with a lone spider crush cold petals underfoot smear dew across … Continue reading

Posted in morning, poem, walk | Tagged , , , , , | 1 Comment

The Music Man

I’m sure we’ve all had moments when we wanted to do something rash or different, and maybe we followed the whim, and maybe we didn’t. Was it a great adventure? or did we look back with regret, wishing we’d dared? … Continue reading

Posted in adventure, music, poem | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment