The turning tide, like a seeking heart
I lived in a basement in Victoria BC and ate cottage cheese because it was cheap and I had read somewhere of its complete-food value. The basement had a door fa...
I lived in a basement in Victoria BC and ate cottage cheese because it was cheap and I had read somewhere of its complete-food value. The basement had a door fa...
Last Wednesday, we were a small group huddled against a sharp wind. Advent wreath blown about, candles going out, papers flying, sacramental wine knocked over—a...
It’s early and dark. In the south-east there is a place were the sun will come up, should it choose. Indications are good. So I wait for the first signs o...
I saw a young man. Saw him lean casual by the counter, waiting. Saw him list as he walked, his cup cradled. Saw him lower himself in a chair. And pushing his ca...