Change
From my loft downtown I see two flags, a Canadian flag just above an Alberta flag. Both reach then hesitate, then sag and sputter in an uncertain breeze. This i...
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The mirror is a gate
On a summer evening in 1971 I walked out of Yorkton Saskatchewan’s Tower theatre crossed the street and disappeared into myself. I reemerged a conjugate o...
Funeral Plans
Yesterday I helped plan a funeral with the person whose funeral it will be. We talked. I was in a hospital chair wondering why hospital chairs, indistingui...
Competitive Eating and Fashion
The valency of comfort plus fashion has finally come to the sport of competitive eating. Marcy and Margo may not be in the league of Korea’s Kobayashi or ...