Category Archives: thoughts below ground

Not I

It had to be somebody else— that picture they said was I; he was old and paunchy, looked like he should be chewing a cheroot in a rocker, cracking wise about the good old days on the porch out front … 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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thoughts below ground 5

the aether is warming again O Best Beloved with tales of our cousin the fire snake who in his unending ecstasy tightly wraps his coils three and a half times around the base of the eternal tree and offers the … Continue reading

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