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weak cloth
Poetry

weak cloth

we are made of weak cloth and barely woven fabric sewed, having chosen a design because of texture, jute or silk having chosen a colour, violet brown or red, for the breadth of cotton held against light for the depth of denim that soaks up all stains weak cloth never woven for the strength of weft for the sounds it makes when flapped against laundry lines in wind, for threads that stray and those that remain after so many washings we, these ties we say we’re cut from are paper…

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Unfoundland
Poetry

Unfoundland

  When they were old men they couldn’t recall if they had strode that mystery, or if another sailor had bragged of walking on the broad backs of cod all the way to the shore of the new found land; though even Caboto himself might have baulked at that word ‘found’: his tensed eyes saw nothing you could pin down, only landfall receding into mist, and a wild grey sea shape-shifting into translucent islands, learning to crackle and splinter; learning to soften to slob ice, and then be washed ashore…

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Review of Italian Immigration in the American West – 1870-1940, by Kenneth Scambray

Review of Italian Immigration in the American West – 1870-1940, by Kenneth Scambray

Among the features of Prof Kenneth Scambray’s new book, Italian Immigration in the American West – 1870-1940, (University of Nevada…

The Quiet Immigrant Project

The Quiet Immigrant Project

A new exhibit coming this April to the JD Carrier Art Gallery at the Columbus Centre in Toronto will pay…

The Drama of Caravaggio

The Drama of Caravaggio

An 11-year-old boy is walking on the edge of a forest near his uncle’s farm in the Lombardy region of…

Tree of Life

Tree of Life

SAPLING Sunday mornings, Mom attends mass at St. Ambrose Church while Dad takes me to High Park where I play…

The Anthropology of Fire

The Anthropology of Fire

“Since the house is on fire, let us warm ourselves.” (Italian proverb)   Monday, 9 a.m. Not writing. Dim, dreary…

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