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Timbits and dinosaur poop

Writing the lede to a piece of journalism can feel like dangling from a rope over the abyss. I’m there now, puttering up to write another obituary, sitting in a Queen Street coffee shop while rain thunders down, trying to … Continue reading

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Raymond Souster: Toronto poet and sometime-beatnik

I can tell from the sunlight on the window sill that this day means business.  Raymond Souster was sometimes called the Bard of Toronto. Or street-poet-in-residence. One fellow poet called him “Canada’s Homer,” because at the end of his life, … Continue reading

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Listen!

This bit for a Friday… How they talk We like it, they say with our husbands away women come, women go stroller wheels kick dirt toddlers tangle with mothers’ breath all this sparkling boredom I have cancer, she says so … Continue reading

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You Catch My Breath

Bit by bit, I’m manufacturing a volume of poems tentatively titled You Catch My Breath.  The poems are a series of flashpoints from a rambler’s perspective, out and about, solitary and speculative, witnessing Toronto from a poet’s puzzled, curious, engaged, and entertained … Continue reading

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DEAD LINE [One]

I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual. —  Virginia Woolf The woman has been dead a month. I have a few hours to turn it around, the obituary I am writing, before my editor … Continue reading

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Anti-Facebook Greetings

This year in our home, New Year’s meant cranking down the hard drive and heading out for coffee with pen & paper in hand and thoughts of friends & family in mind. Yes, we cranked down—but not before printing out … Continue reading

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Exercise and obits

I am wet. Wet through, as my mother would put it. Slicked down by the rain with tufts of hair poking up through my bicycle helmet like a forest of pine trees. I see it reflected in the glass at this coffee … Continue reading

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