What would you say to your younger self? Dear Younger Me … A letter to myself Sunday, Nov. 6, 2-3:30 p.m. Latitude 53, 10242 106 St, Edmonton Six area writers have been invited to pen letters to their younger selves, whether as children or as young adults, and share these aloud with the audience, followed by a Q […]
life
river (exerpt)
to make a river proud — i do not have the tools for this. river says yes, you do, child. yes you have eyes, ears, strong hands and a fine heart. you are my beloved and i will always be proud of you.
cat’s diary
Humans are a foreign species. A distinctly separate, fascinating breed. They do things so differently. It’s my job to help my human get more in touch with her inner animal — but she is reluctant to learn the ways of the wild. She owns a copy of Women Who Run With the Wolves, but she’s […]
the joy of not working
i’m quickly coming up on the one-year anniversary of quitting my job in order to write and paint full-time. as expected, the bank account is not being fed nearly as frequently, but the soul is thriving. a few years ago, inspired by ernie zelinski, the edmonton-based author of the joy of not working, i composed […]
memory bank
overdrawn i cannot remember any of my mother’s native tongue my father’s favourite tie or my sister’s reasons for hoarding i cannot remember what i had for breakfast or anything you may have said the morning after we got married i cannot remember when i stopped playing the piano or when i started letting myself […]
crimes of fashion
According to an Associated Press story out of Baton Rouge, a bill that would have made it a crime for people to wear their pants too low in public has been rejected by a panel of the Louisiana state senate. The bill, sponsored by Sen. Derrick Shepherd, would have made it illegal to wear clothing […]
home again
what a country. the drive from toronto to edmonton is horrible. at least that’s what i always thought, based on the first time i drove it back in march of 1980. but i was only 22 then, and … well, it turns out i didn’t know anything at that age. in fact, the drive this […]
somehow the world
superman’s dead and so, now, is moses and cool hand luke and our brokeback fantasy along with, some might suggest, every soothing shade of blue that ever used to exist and somehow the world still turns they’re building another ice rink in this frozen shinny-obsessed city but new orleans is still under water and well-intentioned […]
this is how our love affair would go
(from a dog-eared SAGA notebook, november 2000) this is how our love affair would go if you weren’t married, or straight, or celebate — and i don’t even know if you’re married, or straight or celebate, but if i did know, and you weren’t any of those things, or on the rebound, or dying … […]
barrie me not
“how can a free spirit ever possibly take flight living in a place called BARRIE?” i scream this at my mother who cannot seem to understand why i am packing up my ’75 datsun b210 rustbucket and driving 2,000 miles away to take a job in alberta. my mother isn’t getting it, but my 22-year-old […]