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Books & shows
You look like a teacher, says the young waitress in the very loud bar the night the Tiger Cats lose the Grey Cup game. She looks like your neighbour’s odd tweenage daughter who dresses like her big brother, a closet spoken word somebody or maybe even closet hip hop but white and really short. I […]
old becomes new
Cold toes, bruised ribs from this wiry pull-out mattress, the roar and scrape of post-christmas industrial traffic three floors down. I keep my eyes closed and read last night’s snowfall from the speed of the passing plough: maybe two inches. A truck beeps itself backwards into the garage, shovels scrape pathways to retail: Not a snowday then; […]
Grand Plan
In the corner of my well-collected room there is a gilded chair, with cushions of soft cedar green. I observe both chair and my pleasure in it, thinking how odd it is to have something right there in my room so finely made that the gilding is not ostentatious, but appropriate. I do not sit in […]
A knock on the locked door
March’s social media is a-twitter with #WomensHistoryMonth, #5WomenArtists… This question has arisen, from the thoughtful and compelling minds of the National Museum of Women’s Art NMWA in Washington, DC: off the top of your head, can you name 5 women Artists, from any era? I can, but then I’m a painter, and I studied art history […]
Forest-maker
I have a little time to say some things that are important to say about my dad, now 81. There are some people who are reliable in their ‘rightness’, who – if asked a genuinely perplexing question about human complexity and what to do next – will listen, consider and then dig deeply for an […]
Firebird
Unbelievably, I am reunited with my oldest love, after fourteen years. I was fifteen and vague with deep introversion when we came together. I had no real tools other than my ears and a fierce invisible longing that Named Me, so I struggled as if blindfolded. I didn’t know how to properly approach the impossible, let […]
A broadly curved road
I went subterranean twelve weeks ago, maybe more. Came up again two days ago, I think. I know this because I found myself gardening yesterday. This was a tunnel of a place I’ve been in, a way into and through the deep, long list entitled Impossible-but-Necessary. In twelve weeks strong and beautiful people died, shockingly, […]