The Political Commentator: Sandra L. Blanche

The woman I based this piece on is an intelligent, engaging, and good natured sort. She is on public television quite a lot and I quite enjoy her insights into the events of the day. Sounds like I’m apologizing.

The Irrepressible Travel Agent

This is my definition of God.

The Great Canadian Poet Eminating

It has seemed to me over the years that becoming a successful artist in Canada is like applying for a position in the civil service. Art grants are a gauntlet of ass kissing. And then there are the teaching positions available in our academic institutions. More ass kissing. When I was a student at the University of Windsor, Morley Callaghan was teaching a creative writing class. He asked everyone in the class who was interested in learning to become a writer to put up their hands. Then he suggested that they drop the course, and go out into the real world and listen.

I saw her laugh

Many years ago. A tall awkward looking girl staggered through the campus with her two friends. They were drunk. She saw me and gave me a kiss. Asked me to call her the next day. And not to forget her. I did not call her. But I never forgot her.

And The Meaning Of The Word Was Lost On The Fire

We need a God. All the great works of art. War – the conquest of one group over another. The sacrifices.  The accumulation of wealth. Valor. Honour. The pledges of love. The waste. Time lost. For everything. If our civilization disappears. As it will. Like so many before it. And everything returns to dust.  We need to feel that someone noticed we were here.

Beginning a new series

I started a new series on my other blog sight called The Lives of Dead Jazz Singers. It is a series about female jazz singers. The sight is called the power of h.

The Threesome with Blair Talbot

I had this notion that a couple could have a threesome if one of them was bi-polar.

Camille Martin

I love Camille Martin’s work. And I shall return to her sight to look some more. She also has a second sight.

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Our Lady of Fire

I created this piece under the influence of Leonard Cohen. He had written a song called Joan of Arc and I was struck by a line about Joan – ‘If he was fire, then she must be wood.” Cohen is a riveting character.

Garden of Galaxies

When I was a kid I used to lay in the grass and watch the grasshoppers, lady bugs, ants, the odd toad move through their world. It was like the universe was in my backyard.