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 […]
I have just finished reading the latest (and Bernard Richard’s first) report from the Office of the Representative for Children and Youth, Broken Promises: Alex’s Story. It is a devastating document that details in so many small and a few much more corrosively larger ways how one child, Alex Gervais, was failed to be nurtured […]
I spent a lot of this past Saturday respecting the environment by not burning oodles of slash and blowdown I’ve accumulated over the fall and winter. I trust that my inclination for sloth was not the sole cause. My absence of immolation on Saturday was filled with stories on the news about Trump, Trump the President, […]