Assad, the very very bad boy
It is not easy to have a bad kid. Â The kind of kid who does bad things. Very bad things. The kind of kid who tapes firecrackers to frogs. Drops … Continue reading
Is there Life on Maui?
Seven Days in the Seventies The passage to Hawaii – from anywhere – is a long trip. Ours was particularly long, aided as we were by a trainee grounds … Continue reading
How many seven a.m.’s
Living in the space Between night and day, the bright Blue line in the sky Caught, the pincers of Morning hold fast, dragging me Into garish day They tell me … Continue reading
The Vinyl Farewell
In tribute to Canada’s storyteller, I have written and read aloud a story: “Dave, Morley and the kids drive to Stuart’s funeral.” Stuart McLean was something of a secular saint … Continue reading
Stacking up the boxes
Haiku is the Japanese poetic form, comprised of 17 syllables, traditionally split into three lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables each. A properly crafted haiku typically draws its language … Continue reading
