About Me
My name is Ward Maxwell, and I am a poet and artist living in Toronto, Canada. This website is to share my work with the world, which includes you.
I hope these works create joy for you. That’s my purpose. I‘ve reached the point in my work where if you, the reader/viewer, like the work then that’s what I want. I’ve realized, I’m making stuff to share it, in the hopes, you might take pleasure in it, find an insight, or may be inspired by it. That’s what completes the loop of making art for me.
All of the work featured on the site is by myself. The art is analogue in its making. I do not use AI to create any of my art or writing.
If you like something, please let me know. Part of the purpose is to interact with anyone who likes what I’m doing. Feel free to comment, share, like, or … just experience a moment of joy.
Thanks for taking the time to look through the site. The site will be updated regularly. Please visit again soon!
Writing
Bike Night
Twin beat of tire spokes braid night air
into set of rapids a canoe would fall upon.
Creases of energy propel me deliriously
forward, folds of force comfortable as pillows,
wells of gravity like muscles from beneath.
My legs pound the circle of bicycle pedals
through night soft as sweater, dark, brilliant,
a night when you feel buoyant, lucky
The little girl and the great actor
a Christmas ghost story
It was Christmas time and the theatres were filled with audiences eager for pantomimes, romances, comedies. And the greats.
The Great Actor was sitting in his dressing room waiting for the start of the great play, King Lear. He was King Lear.
As he applied makeup to accentuate the wrinkles in his face, dusted his hair to make it even greyer, he thought, “I don’t need this make-up. Look how old I am.” He stared at his image before him.
Singing
Sight is instantaneous, illusory and easily confused. Ask any magician.
Our eyes connect directly to our brain. Our visual processing occurs at incomprehensible speeds, passing through various parts of our brain electric speed, and most of those internal mental processors are developed to cut down the incoming information
