The springs of Springfield: Gil Gunderson
As I sit down to write this, nestled within the sundry walls of the Manitoban office, I’m receiving some flak from other writers about my…
As I sit down to write this, nestled within the sundry walls of the Manitoban office, I’m receiving some flak from other writers about my…
Hello Doughboys Where is your war today? Vietnam’s nitroglycerin jungles weren’t enough, Now that the jungles are stained red The sand has to be painted…
“Where Sydney Cove her lucid bosom swells, Courts her young navies, and the storm repels” — Erasmus Darwin In the 1980s, North America was invaded….
We’re all back to school for the first full week, and I can guarantee that with all this academic tension in the air we will…
I have been suffocated, strangled My words cut short and the flow Ceased My back is broken by black and bulging beasts, Whose sadness seeps…
When we last left Sarah in French camp: part I, has finished her French immersion program in Quebec, and is moving out into the real…
What had started out as a celebration of beauty, turned into a day of distress and contempt. A beauty contest gone wrong turns into an…
Most people believe Leonard Cohen authored the playbook for late-night conversation, drinking wine, making out and then feeling vaguely depressed about it all. But a…
Sometimes there’s an allure to an unknown. In the realm of film, this aura of mystery can often even seem to add some credibility. Unfortunately,…
If it had ended after the first piece, it would have been spectacular. Unfortunately, it went on. On Wednesday, Sept. 9, approximately 700 people attended…