A Weather Story

Driving down the road in the morning, I see the sun poking through gaps in the dark evergreens along the river and I think about that old expression, red sky in the morning, sailors take warning. There is another storm coming, flurries, rain, wind. That red alert band, as red as the warning sky, is […]

Week Four: History on the Run

I use it as a door stop now, but my mother’s old blue-and-white typewriter is close by. She clacked out university essays on it and later, she would dig it out for me and plunk it on the rug in front of the television, to keep me as a school child occupied on snow days. […]

Week Two: “What Our Hearts Are Saying to Us”

“Poetry is a living art, it’s living in each and every one of us all the time. We just have to recognize it.” – George Elliott Clarke Canada’s new parliamentary poet laureate, the poet of the nation, is going to sort me out. I can’t properly trace my disdain for poetry, where the roots are […]

Week One: Notebooks and Resolutions

Last year, a burgundy plastic tote was delivered to my parents’ house by an aunt, who had procured it from another aunt who had kept it for years, until I found out about it last winter and began a campaign to get it into my possession. Inside the tote are notes from my grandmother, starting […]