Lenny Everson: 41 books

Pan is the little goat-god of chaos, but a belief in chaos is a belief in a lack of gods in this universe. This a lament from a man who wants to believe, but hears the flutes of Pan instead.

Some non-traditional poems for people in newly in love, still in love, or about to marry.

This little guide tells you how colons and semicolons can be used and abused. It notes that "nobody’s going to hang you for a comma splice." But it does drift into the part where the rules wander into that dark borderland between logic and outright silliness. And it includes a picture from a plastic privy in Maine.

Poems for when the words stop and you start leaving footprints in the ashes.

When she turns forty-five, and Lollie becomes a divorced casualty of the modern age, she takes a trip to northern Ontario and Manitoba to search for her aboriginal and Métis heritage. This set of poems is based on her trip and her vision of an imaginary ancestor, Heron Feathers, She knows a bit of...

“Could have been worse,” Gabe commented as they sat beside a heatless phantom campfire one day, “We coulda gone to Hell.”“And just how would that be worse?” Louis asked darkly, in his one hundred and sixteenth year of ghosthood. As a practicing Catholic, he had a good idea of how much...

Amundi, jester to Denmark’s King Claudius, has a slew of problems. Just when tensions at their maximum because of an imminent threat of invasion by Norwegians, Prince Hamlet returns to Elsinore Castle, more than a little upset that his mother has married her brother-in-law. It’s a rough time to...

This is a short discussion paper listing possible solutions to the question, "Why haven't alien civilizations contacted us?" It tosses up a range of possibilities, from the idea that there is no other life to the idea that predator aliens roam the galaxy.

Mother Earth, What a Life You’ve Had is a summary of most of the problems and successes life on Earth has encountered since it began some three billion years ago. volcanoes, comets, and asteroids have many times caused major and minor extinction events such as that of the dinosaurs.

These seventeen poems celebrate canoeing lakes and rivers in a season of short, bright days that are tinged with a bit of wistfulness for another season past. They include poems about the peacefulness of September and the joy that is October, as well as the danger that is canoeing in November. This is part of the series, Canoeing Poems: A Year in Four Volumes.

Twenty-four poems about backpacks and thunderstorms, fine trails and swamps, and the joys of hiking.

A man with an indigo guitar lived in the church basement, at least for the winter. One day he met a woman at a coffee place. Or maybe she found him, his indigo guitar, and his church-basement sanctuary, that cold November night. She made only one promise: that she would stay until the first crocus...

In 2005 and 2006 the author made and set up seven different temples dedicated to Bill Gates.These were erected at various places in southern Ontario, and each was devoted to a different aspect of the way computers have changed our lives.

Win Szczedziwoj, a man known for photographing subjects in the rain, is on a vacation. Just him, his camera, his canoe, and a small, dark lake well away from civilization.That solitude comes to an end when his fishing line drags up a body from the lake. It looks like the usual canoeing accident, but...