Poetry
Stephen Grant
“The leaves return to their original illusion.”
“Because it pays to pay attention, there is something liberating in not giving a damn.”
New poems, published and unpublished, gathered here as they are finished.
About
Having retired from a long career in law, Stephen Grant returned to writing poetry, first tackled in his angst-ridden teenage years, mostly dormant since then. He writes primarily of the arc of longing, love and loss, exuberance and melancholy with a slight dash of cayenne pepper thrown in for good measure, given the abject state of the world. He lives in Toronto with his spouse, also a lawyer.
Edwin and Felix, in residence
“Pregnant clouds host acidic droplets, waiting their turn.”