I’ve had the good fortune to call many places across Canada home, but now I live with my family in southern Alberta on the edge of coulees and the Oldman River.

My poems have been published in The Fiddlehead, Prairie Fire, Riddle Fence, and The Malahat Review, among other journals and magazines. Earth-cool, and Dirty (Radiant Press) is my first collection of poetry.

When not writing, I teach at University of Lethbridge, and I can often be found hiking through the fields near my home while trying not to tread on well-camouflaged rattlesnakes.

If asked to give a general statement about poetry, I’d quote a few lines from Earth-cool, and Dirty, from a lyric simply titled “Poems”:

And yet more than decoration,
they are the artifacts of an old magic, an old cunning
in which words make, words happen.

When the mountainside hermit
executes the perfect brushstroke and the paint is
crow, flapping erratically from the page.