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Spring in Canada, sheltering in place, writing, reading, baking, carefully and tenderly zipping up once quite loose jeans. Oh well. Once we are vaccinated, we will run to gyms, to fields, to pools, and to each other. Until then, we play with words. Keeping calm demands it! xo



I’ve been editing typos. SO many typos. And infelicities. And repetitions. I have an over fondness for words like shelter and terrible and mystery. Relinquish, stupid, and, disaster also reoccur. I’m fixing everything!

I’m reading the collected short stories of Amy Hempel. Also Lydia Davis. What are you reading?

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It’s the Tonnara di Scopello on a windy day in Sicily.

It’s the Tonnara di Scopello on a windy day in Sicily.

So grateful to the Ontario Arts Council for their generous support

It’s the light. The water. The brooding clouds. The very tiny light house. It’s a February shot, but it slows my pulse in braggy May with all its blooming flowers and labouring lawn mowers. Wouldn’t you rather February on the shore?

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Looks like a postcard to me, but it was a real evening on a lake in northern Ontario. You can’t really see the smoke on the water, or the patient fishing man, but both are there.