“Sticks and stones may break my bones/but words will never hurt me,” goes the homiletic children’s rhyme. But no: words become both cudgel and wand… Follow poet Richard Stevenson as he looks back at his childhood, adolescence, middle age, and forward to retirement; at the naming and name-calling. A dog named Normal may be tugging at the leash, but even a family pet can sport a rueful grin as he looks over his shoulder for approval.
About the author
Richard Stevenson was born in 1952 in Victoria, British Columbia. A prolific writer, Richard has published twelve collections of poetry (including Why Were All the Werewolves Men? (Thistledown, 1994), and Nothing Definite Yeti (Ekstasis Editions, 1999)) and four poetry chapbooks. Richard won the 1994 Stephan G. Stephansson Award for From the Mouths of Angels (Ekstasis, 1993). He is also the co-founder of Naked Ear, a poetry-jazz performance ensemble.