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 […]
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 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, […]
“Pssst. Donnie. It’s me. Wakey wakey.” “Oh, give it a rest, Little Voice. I tired. Let me sleep.” “If only I could, Donnie. But you know me, no rest for the wickedly precise. And you know who started tsunami twittering. It surely wasn’t me.” “Holy Bad Trade Deals, Little Voice. I need my sleep. I […]