Swing Away
We were back up north trying to hit the King and reacclimatize ourselves to familiar ground, after spending the better part of autumn down south, chasing Sharptail out on the
Sometimes
Surely, the many pairs of bird’s eyes found us first as we moved across the pasture. My own set found them second, white bellies out in a few inches of grass. The dog’s nose
“Your Fervent Nationalism is Making Me Nervous.”
“This Song is Called Your Fervent Nationalism is Making Me Nervous”
for Gord
My favourite words will forever be
eh, touque and canoe.
and grace.
Grace,
August, West.
“. . . We talked a little about our bands,
talked a little about our future plans.
It’s not like we were best
BELIEVE
The photo above was taken during the anthem of Game 4. Before the comeback. Before 8-1. Before “Drag ’em back to Alberta”. Before Hyman lifted the lid off the barn last Saturday night.
OCT LTD.
“The Last Rocakabilly” – The North Americans
Four lane asphalt, turns into two. Gravel then dirt until the dirt runs out. Windows down, the heater on low. Topo maps
Plain(s)
Here in the home of dryland wheat, buffalo berry, and prickly pear, the Sharptail sit in amongst the sage and I watch as a determined dog works to pin them
Cutt Class
Launching themselves into the water. Attacking hooked fish. Troubling the shorebirds. Running off. Chasing the fly line. Barking at the fly
“Letter to Christine Lowther”
Christine,
We were in town this spring. You were there too. You came into the bookshop. It was raining. Maybe, it’s always raining. You and the shopkeeper were speaking in
MAKE BORSCHT, NOT WAR.
It was a surreal moment yesterday when I walked into my local bank and wired some money directly to the Bank of Ukraine to help in their effort to defend themselves against