I woke up this morning and realized that today is Canadian Thanksgiving. Without going into the atrocities from which this holiday derives its name—though never forgetting them—I choose to settle my gratitude on the reciprocal side of giving: receiving. To receive is truly an art—giving is much easier, I think. Receiving requires steady and generous... Continue Reading →
Lingerings
Today is a good day to meet my love. Sun comes flickering through leaves, clinging with their frail stems to quiet, crooked limbs. Some lose their tenacious grip and flutter furiously through air, as though cast out, finally released, useless and free. Curled up, crisp dry, and tinted by death. Joining their shadows on the... Continue Reading →