Yearly Archives: 2008

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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maelstrom

I The sky above the valley would have been difficult in a jigsaw puzzle: blue with occasional puffs of cloud. The slope down was an artist’s dream: sturdy trees, manifest green heads and strong engaging trunks carpeted around by swirls … Continue reading

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ears

My memories of the party are visual: photos, faces, continuous white noise video smiling eyes, gesturing fingers, hands, nose-to-nose discussions, sipping ideas in the dim bar, children in a booth friends, relatives, companions gathered to celebrate life—it plays like a … Continue reading

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