The Dim Light of This Christmas
If I had to define Christmastime in one word it would be light. The light that…
If I had to define Christmastime in one word it would be light. The light that…
Beginning is easy. Finishing is hard. I often have grand ideas for a poem that will never…
Dear Mike, Did you know that if you lie very still, and very flat, and make sure not to…
In the early seventies, Irving Layton came to our High School in Montreal-North upon the…
Emma’s hand shook as she presented her dish to the judges. Her lower lip trembled, as…
They had married in September and it was the end of October when Giovanni stood alone at…
Sometimes I have to laugh. I’ve got three dollars in my pocket. There’s a blinking…
Long-form writing is a lonely business. In a previous blog (“Writing With My Feet”),…
I have had an affinity for Venice ever since, as a child, I was taken to the city by my…