From Hopewell To Halifax A poem by Ron. Lavalette From Hopewell To Halifax I have strolled on the seafloor at the Bay of Fundy, wandered among The Hopewell Rocks, occasionally flattening myself into their low-tide crevices like an ancient sailor’s skeleton watching the... Continue Reading →
Awaiting Acceptance I will have coffee and cigarettes on the porch. I will watch the morning build itself from fading dark. Men will arrive, and I will think that this is work I could do myself, but it will not... Continue Reading →
The Daily Grind After the five-day holiday, after almost a week of sleeping in and napping at will, he’s unprepared at half-past five to face the fact that it’s another workday to be endured, to slavishly slave away. Routine works... Continue Reading →
A Note, Tabled Thank you for leaving the light on. Thank you for not staying up or waking up; thanks for not making me tell you all about it just as soon as I got home, it being very late... Continue Reading →
How It Happens Just before I wake up it’s Friday and a child I’ve never met living in my old house by the river takes a walk to the dark bank withdraws a gold nugget small as his infant sister’s... Continue Reading →
Hard Going I had considerable trouble leaving you. It was car trouble, mostly: I wasn’t really used to the standard, then, and it was hard to find reverse; or hard to find it fast enough anyway. Getting out of town... Continue Reading →
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