Category Archives: serial

poetry published in serial linked parts

too late

My uncle Ron died last evening in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was almost 100 years old. Blind from the age of seventeen, he was a driving force in the CNIB, and a genuinely kind man, a secular saint. (#1011) Continue reading

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barefoot

When winter gets tough, rather than go south, I like to remember the wonderful summers we have stacked up, ready for reminiscence. (#1010) Continue reading

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the banker’s son

My first experience with miscarriage of justice happened to me when I was nine. Only recently did things even out. (#1009) Continue reading

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