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Solitude and the Artist

by Kim Goldberg Most people simply cannot grok prolonged solitude. This makes it hard on those of us who work creatively as writers, artists, poets, visionaries. To think the thought that has never been thought, to write the line that … Continue reading

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Why I neither offer nor accept feedback on poetry

By Kim Goldberg November 23, 2014 People often ask me if I will read some of their poetry and tell them what I think of it—whether it is any good, how they can make it better. Sometimes they even offer … Continue reading

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A story emerges (haiku)

A story emerges from the forest, stands blinking in the sun (Poem & photo © Kim Goldberg)

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Writers and the Sacred Cow of Editing

By Kim Goldberg Does a writer need an editor? Short answer: No. Longer answer: Don’t be silly. Longest answer: Despite the prevailing orthodoxy around editing, I have never believed that a writer must have her creative output “improved” by someone … Continue reading

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Grand Opening – Nanaimo Poem Gallery 2013

Please join us for the Grand Opening of this year’s Poem Gallery at the Nanaimo Harbourfront Library on Sunday, April 7 at 1:00 pm.  Nearly 50 local poets have poems displayed in this year’s Poem Gallery, making it the biggest … Continue reading

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Living Artfully – Photo from Nanaimo Launch

From left: Keith Harrison, Mary Ann Moore, Kim Goldberg, Margaret Murphy, Sharon McGinnis, Janet Rogers. Six of us shared our words and art today, at Nanaimo Harbourfront Library, from the new anthology Living Artfully: Reflections from the Far West Coast. In … Continue reading

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Christmas Morning in Barsby Park

  And behold what appeared, dangling from the ever-dripping trees and shrubs sheltering the city’s homeless each night… And on the back, it was written…                               … Continue reading

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