In the Okanagan . . .


I'll be doing a reading at Pulp Fiction, in Kelowna, BC.

Friday, Feb. 20 at 7 pm
1598 Pandosy Street 


Outside the house,

the stream cannot stop talking, rushes through

endless words, trees, rocks.

The doe leaps startled

from her bed

but does not bound away.

She halts you

with black eyes

two arrowheads that split

the narrow target

of your mind


Karen ConnellyComment