The Lake Decision

The Lake Decision

Today wasn’t supposed to happen, but old habits are hard to break, and without thinking about futility and regrets, I knelt for a glance into the familiar shallows. You know the old saying about life flashing before your eyes as you’re about to breathe...
Travellers

Travellers

“How do I begin to tell the story of a life? How can I bring to paper blood? flesh? heart and heartbeat? . . . I simply begin beneath skin.” Rita Marie Nibasa, Author /Playwright /Poet Fast friends of many years, they carry worn guidebooks in sensible...
Through the Glass

Through the Glass

The old man thrills to unearth dirty bits where they’re most unexpected. Book shop displays, pale pages splayed wanton behind glass for all to see those slight sweet smuts of words that sound like what they mean – the awe of throb; the thrust of pearly breast,...

Five Senses

Sound: The misshapen amber ooze inside the stained tissue paper crackles to the counter top in a spray of needles and dried gum. It’s as if the clock has struck three and it’s July 1998 again. The crusty shoulders of Canmore’s hulking Three Sisters mountains are...