I should probably be happier that I received some lit-related mail that wasn’t a form rejection letter. I have other things on my mind, I guess.Doesn’t matter. Art separates from the artist like spores off a mushroom, and goes on to colonize a new microhabitat.But this particular spore wasn’t inspired by mushrooms, as my metaphor... Continue Reading →


A Time for National Pride, Maybe (World Cup)

II am not a nationalist by any stretch. I used to be, when I was a kid. I would be like one of those over-happy actors in hockey play-off beer commercials, covered in gaudy maple leaf paraphernalia and swooning over anything remotely Canadian.And, being the good bi-polarist I have been training to be my whole... Continue Reading →

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