Recently, to escape all things Trump, I caught a few minutes of one of my favorite films, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. (I freely allow that I hear Gene Pitney’s classic take of Burt Bacharach and Hal David’s song, the man who shot liberty valance, every time I watch the film even though it […]
Summer has arrived. On Denman Island, one of the things that means is that the Denman Island Readers and Writers Festival is just around the corner. I generally take a course or two, this year one from Charlotte Gray and the other from Andrew Struthers, eat the odd fabulous meal, attend a few Main Stage Events […]
As I grow older, an endeavour I seem incapable of escaping, the urge to be politically incorrect rises up in me like a hoary old Phoenix, even as I more fully understand the tragedy of the great inequities, the imbalances, the grand grievances of the past. I am, alas, a product of the post-war years. […]
I t is National Poetry Month. This piece of flash fiction honouring the imaginary poet Walter Hammersley, and referencing Lawrence Durrell, was written some time ago. I hope you enjoy my confection. At the end, I am adding Durrell’s lovely poem, This Unimportant Morning. That should make the post all the more worthy. Some Reflections on the […]