Where I am...

If you've wondered where I am, my apologies: Gael and I have been up to our ears in a major move from Victoria to B.C.'s Sunshine Coast. We now live in Roberts Creek, a beautiful little community next door to Gibson's Landing of Beachcombers fame, a mixed community of artists, musicians and writers that ripples with energy - by way of example, poet and novelist George Payerle, who put us on to the property and is our neighbour across the street. Thank-you, George.

I gather that to be "a Creeker" is some distinction, though what initiation rites await us remain unclear (running naked through the coniferous woods, covered in spruce gum, long howls below a midnight moon?). As a result, I've barely had a chance to crack any of the books of poems that have materialized on my desk in the past few months. An oversight to be rectified shortly for anyone who cares; so bare with us, please, as we attempt to recover our lives from beneath all these boxes.

David