Check it OutBlogger at: http://hwbrycewrites.com Order Chasing a Butterfly at: http//:www.friesenpress.com/bookstore/title/119734000015361954 Note: Partial proceeds to Alzheimer’s Society. Poet published in anthologies Poetry Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards International 2017 TESTIMONIALS Lozan Yamolky I am trying to contain the overflow of emotions as I page though amazing #poet H. W. Bryce’s #poetry book (Chasing a Butterfly) 🦋 What an incredible capture of your beloved wife’s journey who battled #alzheimersdisease 😔 All along we thought being in love is all about […] Edit | Quick Edit | Trash | View 0 Published 2017/08/07 6:06:49 pm Select Deborah L. Kelly “Deborah L. Kelly” is locked Deborah L. Kelly When I went through cancer treatment with my daughter, I could have used a book that would give us an idea of what we were in for and what lie ahead. There was nothing available; Chasing a Butterfly is this […] Edit | Quick Edit | Trash | View
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Come, Break Bread with Me Come, break bread with me, and we shall talk of many things, of peace and harmony, friendship, and the turmoil that is life, and how we may all just get along. And so … Continue reading
Do Not Change Your Face Every family knows this. Every Care Giver. Every Lover. My thanks to my dear friend Jill Bennett for the use of her lovely poem and the picture of her Rodney. Precious are the memories.
Thanks Tagore On Saturday, I had the pleasure of appearing at the Vancouver Tagore Society’s West Coast Tagore Festival 2017. I was one of eight reading with Ariadne Sawyer of World Poetry and World Poetry Café on Co-op Radio … Continue reading
I fooled her and startled the star I fooled her and startled the star. We were on holiday. We reached Ottawa. Loved the place. Favourite spot: the grand, unbelievable library, inside and out, of the Parliament buildings. This is … Continue reading
Poor You, Poor, Poor You I had had a pretty bad day. Everything I touched fell over or crashed to the floor. It happened so often I didn’t think I could take it any more. I misread the clock, … Continue reading