Category Archives: lotus eaters

about people who are not facing the here and now, but have to be there and then on cell phones and ipods

windows open season

Windows open season has come to the north bringing to the denizens of the muffled world the freedom to step outside in sandals let skin breathe and allow the unfettered display of tattoos and body piercings. With the media tuned … Continue reading

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luncheon at Musee D’Orsay

Ah, yes: the food again of course is fabulous too much for lunch, just like the chandeliers; the marble fireplace’ smooth and gleaming tabula a marvel—I can feel the ancients near. And yet, beyond the walls in the salon, a … 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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