The Rhein
No, that’s not Campbell River, but, hey, the vineyards above Rüdesheim am Rhein, looking across to Bingen and South towards (eventually) Mainz, that’s not too shabby either.
At Home With Harold
Harold Rhenisch
Online Home of the Canadian Poet, Writer and Editor.
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- Rocksalt: 108 British Columbia Poets
- Spirit in the Grass
- In This Poem I Am: Selected Poetry of Robin Skelton
- Return to Open Water
- The Wolves at Evelyn: Journeys Through a Dark Century
- Facing the Light
- Winging Home: a Palette of Birds
- Linda Rogers: Essays on Her Work
- (eye)pokes
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- Fusion
- The Blue Mouth of Morning
- Kazoo: the Psalm at the End of the Song
- Taking the Breath Away
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