Category Archives: Screeds

Angry? You won’t like me when I’m angry . . .

oxygen

We enter the choir room first impression: the air is stale the windows are locked the accoustical properties are terrific first act: open the windows first law of using the room keep windows shut tight or earn wrath of committee … Continue reading

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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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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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