The Stain Remains

  Crisp white shirt and a coffee stain, to my chagrin, or much disdain. I tried not to dribble, but I did. Again. The sun shines brightly, on a beautiful day, and I now carry a souvenir to remind me of my errant ways. I tried to slow down, attempted to change, and now must […]

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Poetry Is Hip

Like millions of Canadians, I spent last Saturday evening hunkered down in front of the television. It wasn’t to take in the athletic efforts of our better-than-expected Olympians, though it was a national celebration. We were all watching the final performance of The Tragically Hip, a band that has turned out to be more than […]

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