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A father hopes that his teenage daughter will accompany him in what was once their shared love of astrology to view a passing comet, but finds that th..
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An excerpt from a short story I am working on
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Like most Canadian boys, I grew up with hockey stories to tell. It’s inevitable. When you grow up in Canada, hockey is part of your cultural fab..
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To be submitted for an anthology about Niagara Falls called 'I Eat People'.
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After hours of driving, we finally pass into Paradox, New York, so saith the sign announcing at the roadside. Nathan, my ..
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There’s a certain kind of breathing
I have when I’m sleeping or at rest.
It’s deep and complete,
Fro..
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you might call this a counterpart to Jupiter
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Looking up from the mirror of water,
To see if the sound I hear
Is an exchange of geese
Or the voices of people.
On the other side of the canal,..
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Have you ever watched some painters while they paint- how they seem to stare down the piece as well as the subject and almost angrily take paint to th..
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We meet in a dark, empty and unfamiliar place, coming from different peripheries, different worlds, separate.Somehow we meet, a calibration of fate...
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