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

In My Atlas

A bird’s or a child’s view of the landscape can be so different from what the map shows, or our own limited view … IN MY ATLAS the twisted grin of a rural road                                 seen by a crow on its … Continue reading

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The Writing of a Story of Words

This is a warm-up exercise I found in Wingbeats II, edited by Scott Wiggerman & David Meischen, a book full of exercises in poetry that are great fun to try. This one is called line-building and I recommend it for … Continue reading

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Breathing the Pacific

The Pacific Ocean has a force, strength, and beauty, all its own. Living near it, on an Island, we are always aware of it. The ocean and its shores, make the news for all kinds of reasons, most of them … Continue reading

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She Sang Swannee River in the Morning

I’ve been thinking of my mother recently (she’s the subject of my book ‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’), and remembering her eccentricities. I’m sure all of us keep our parents in memory for special things they did, or were … SHE … Continue reading

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Too Much

After a very long grey, wet, winter, spring came up with speed, and then June burst into flower all over the place … A A TOO MUCH June woke up three weeks ago               spread a cacophony of roses over the … Continue reading

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3 cat haiku

We had one cat that used to take my shirts off their hangers; another that liked lettuce; one that like to sit in the middle of a work-in-progress jigsaw puzzle, without playing with the pieces; another that liked to play … Continue reading

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Sunglasses

I wear sunglasses to protect my eyes from strong sunlight, like most of us. A few people wear them as a disguise, or to hide their expressions. They are worn on beaches, at rock concerts, at airports, with sometimes surprising … Continue reading

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