POETRY Archives - Vicki McLeod
July 9, 2022

All My Love, Alex: Second Prize Winner EVENT Literary Magazine

"In 1961 my mother committed my father to Crease Clinic, at what was then known as Essondale, the Hospital for the Mind. This was a euphemistic title for what is usually called a mental institution or lunatic asylum." This is the opening from All My Love, Alex, the second-prize winner in Event Poetry and Prose Magazine's 2021 Creative Non Fiction contest.
January 5, 2022

Passages: A Prose Poem

How do you tell time? What signals mark the significant passages in our lives? Weather, nature, the aging body. Time is its own poetry.
May 14, 2021

2020 BC-Yukon Flash Fiction Winner

My people came down from the mountains, brittle ghosts armed with blades and hacksaws. They were big eared, small-footed and had red-knuckled hands. They carried no expectations. The men were tough and canny, ready with violence, religiously upright, but secret drunks.
June 19, 2017

Look for Me in the Springtime, I’ll See You in the Fall.

We lay claim to the seasons. June is celebrated. Awards are given, friendships are sealed, and kindness makes an appearance as we time-travel to the 1960's.
May 22, 2017

Love in a Blade of Grass

Getting offline. A case of spring fever, where a human and herbaceous cross-species love affair blooms. Capture dandelion wishes amongst the blades of grass.
April 25, 2014

Getting To Know Your Personal Wilderness

I was curious about my personal wilderness - my unexplored territory - and what I might find there.
March 25, 2014

5 Tips for the At-Home Writing Retreat

You’ve flexed your writing muscles, cracked open new internal spaces, gained traction on projects or gotten a peek at some new and exciting creative paths.
January 21, 2014

Making Economic Poetry

There you are, innocently travelling through your usual (busy) day following multiple trajectories, and then: *tumble*, you find yourself  falling over something that you weren't expecting and: Aha!
August 25, 2013

Headlines from 1970

These events can be a strange mixture of reconnecting, reminiscing and regret that can sometimes bring on a sort of bewildering vertigo.