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for the sake of childish games

    I spent a month un-publishing hundreds of blog posts, videos, images, and poems born from my core. Why? Because a few people who wield a little power fear slivers of the truth I write.

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Come Winter

Spring, summer, and fall come and go: birth, life and surrender like preludes to your eternity, colourful crazy quilts to your thick white blankets, seasonal experiments before you settle in. Firewood stacked three cords deep awaits your arrival. Like the seasons before you, it will go up in smoke leaving feather-like ash to mark its […]

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White Maggot and Bumblebee Salad

Every Monday morning for the last eight weeks, eight to 10 of us gathered from nine to noon at the Bibliotheque North Hatley Library to write. Expertly led Carolyn Rowell, who came to the workshops equipped with all kinds of interesting exercises, prompts, thoughts, and ideas to challenge us, we put pens to paper (or […]

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