Mercy is an old word
This morning at Credo, a homeless person obviously suffering the mental and physical strafing of street life, stole in and immediately and determinedly began to...
This morning at Credo, a homeless person obviously suffering the mental and physical strafing of street life, stole in and immediately and determinedly began to...
It is dusk. On a bench on the west side of Beaver Hill Park, a man is bent over, throwing up. His girl friend is balanced at the far end of the bench, watching,...
By chance, somewhere in the inner-city, every few weeks, I meet Patrick. Today I meet him in Beaver Hills House Park. He’s walking to get cigarettes befor...
There was a damp wind blowing up from the North Saskatchewan last night.Sticky, the kind that gets in under your shirt and makes your palms sweatand your finger...