This evening is the official launch of Empire’s Hostage, Book II of the Empire’s Legacy series.  It’s being held in a bar downtown, one that is part of an independent bookstore/cinema/restaurant complex that hosts many cultural events, from book launches to indie bands to art shows to indie filmmakers. I’ve invited a couple of other writers to share the…

I’m the third sibling of three…the baby.  My father was an amateur (and then professional, for a while) photographer.  There are hundreds of pictures of my sister, the oldest. (Remember this was 1948, when black & white film had to be hand-developed.) Hundreds.  When my brother came along, six years later, there are fewer.  A…

Posts have been few and far between recently….my apologies.  Here’s why.  I’ve just finished printing and framing twelve new versions of graphic prints, to be included in adisplay of eighteen of my works that I’m hanging next Wednesday.  I also completed Empire’s Hostage, Book II of the Empire’s Legacy Series, this week, prepped the files for…

This is the creative non-fiction piece I read at the Guelph Spoken Word evening, Grounded, on April 22nd.  The theme of the call for submission was ‘exploring our relationship with our landbase’ (in honour of Earth Day). A roddon, also written as rodham, is the dried raised bed of a watercourse such as a river or tidal-creek, especially in…

Each trip changes me, in ways I often don’t realize at first. … More Reclamation

Originally posted on all the birds of my life:
Morning and evening, the pink-footed geese fly over the village, their haunting, yelping calls bracketing the day. They fly from the safety of the mudflats and shallow waters of the Wash, that great bay of the North Sea, out to the sugar beet fields, to feed…