When We Say Goodbye
by Michelle April
“Mémé keeps repeating I love you and then there is silence. The purity of that love, is unparalleled. There is no baggage with this love. I say goodbye and hang up.”
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Beware the Ides of March
by Paula Halpin
Out of nowhere came Covid-19, a microscopic party-pooper that heartlessly blew up the Great Canadian Birthday Plan.
Hypnotizing Helen
By John Urban
I asked her to keep her eyes focused on the flame as I started passing the lit candle slowly in front of her from side to side…
For You
By John Urban
The only poem I ever wrote that worked-it brought the lady back!
The Space Between Us
By Gillian Kirkland
The space between is wide and deep
I can only guess at the secrets you keep…
Buffalo
By John Urban
Buffalo was the name he gave, preferring to keep his real name to himself. He was a deserter from the US’s war on Vietnam, and he had made his way to Montreal.
Intimations of Mortality
This delightful piece is presented with gratitude to guest blogger Teresa Bandrowska. As another Solstice passes, another new year begins, and I roll into yet another turn around the sun, … Continue reading Intimations of Mortality
The Peanut Brittle Christmas Tree
Part one By Jay Thomson and Part two – Dylan’s Story by Christine Ferris Although her friends kept asking her what she most liked about Christmas, six-year-old Emma had so … Continue reading The Peanut Brittle Christmas Tree
CHRISTMAS REMEMBERED
Christmas on the prairies in the 1930s. We had so little. We had so much.
New Orleans and the Réveillon Dinner
Two o’clock in the morning may be an odd time to start a feast consisting of chicken and oyster gumbo, game pies, soups, souffles, lavish desserts, brandy and coffee, but this is how it is done.
Aliens, Stars, and Fences – (A Christmas Tradition)
Arriving at the top, we could see a view of the whole city of Edinburgh below us, and we would stop walking and lie on the grass and look up at the stars.
A Christmas Memory – Valdivia, Chile 1964
By Lucia Preller
Suddenly, one of the upstairs windows opened up and Agustin told my little brother that they were all in bed. His father had lost his job, so there was no Christmas for them that year..
Wandering Wakefield 