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...

Peace is my parting gift to you

Posted on September 8, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

This is Joanna’s middle son, Jon.  Joanna died on Aug 21, 2020. Before she died she asked me to post a message here for you.  (Several times over the last year I’ve heard her say with a firm chuckle “I … Continue reading →

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Rathtrevor

Posted on August 26, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

We had a wonderful three-day mini-break up-Island in May, all Covid protocols followed: masks, social distancing etc., with sun, wind, kites … RATHTREVOR                                                   the beach stretches to distant horizon a faint line of waves breaks on far sand a couple … Continue reading →

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Baseball Distance

Posted on August 19, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

The stands have virtual sound, virtual hot-dogs, and the game goes on with runners at bat, everyone on the field … BASEBALL DISTANCE                                  the stands are full of ghosts the lingering smell of stale hot dogs and forgotten cheers the … Continue reading →

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Collectively Speaking

Posted on August 12, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

I’ve always loved collective nouns, they can be such fun, definitely worth making a poem out of them … COLLECTIVELY SPEAKING a gambol of dancers sends a poke of fencers past a staff of employees who gossip about an indecision … Continue reading →

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Going Shopping

Posted on August 5, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

So many of us have stayed away from stores for months that, when we get there, it’s become a real treat … GOING SHOPPING trawling for groceries                            collecting masked smiles kindness & directions between cans    packets before finding prunes cucumber … Continue reading →

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Fortified

Posted on July 29, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

I’ve posted an Adnomination before, where I take a morpheme (a root meaning that is shared by many words) and use it in multiple ways. Fun to do and, hopefully, fun to read. Here, as you’ll see I’ve use ‘for’ … Continue reading →

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Total Eclipse

Posted on July 22, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

I’m an avid moon-watcher, love to see it through the trees round our home, its changing position and light as the night rolls round (I’m a poor sleeper!) … TOTAL ECLIPSE the moon followed me home one night slipped each … Continue reading →

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3 Heron haiku

Posted on July 15, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

I love herons; they are so elegant. I love the way they stand in the shallows, or on banks, watching. Their slow flight, beautiful to see … blue heron hunched on a post The Thinker ***** boats keeled over on … Continue reading →

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Tired Language

Posted on July 8, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

Platitudes, clichés, banalities … they show up newspapers, magazine articles, and on the daily news, until I turn my hearing down and reach for strong words. Or just turn off altogether … TIRED LANGUAGE I deep-fry the alphabet                                        in pure … Continue reading →

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beach scene

Posted on July 1, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

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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