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tree games

In the morning as I’m shaving on a bright and windy day I glimpse something quickly passing by the window —second floor? Nothing could be near that window Are my eyes deceiving me? Could it be a bird in passing? … Continue reading

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from Black Jack’s basement

[Note: Blackjack was a persona I used over twenty years ago, when I was editing “The 21”, a union newsletter for highschool teachers in our end of Ontario.] So now it’s okay to be late by a day or a … Continue reading

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the rest

anecdote: On the way to work one morning, I noted these optimistic words on the sign in front of a fried chicken place: “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” On the way home, I watched … Continue reading

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