Monthly Archives: December 2015

In deep November there is disbelief A loss of faith that winter, not yet here, Will go about its business and be brief. Instead the season generates a fear That winter, once in place will stay that way Forever–cold and … Continue reading →

(the two must-see Christamas movies of all time;  recommended versions: 1951’s A Christmas Carol (VCI Entertainment)–intro by recently deceased Patrick MacNee of The Avengers TV series; 1947’s It’s a Wonderful Life (Alliance Atlantis) ………………………………………………………… “He who loses his life shall find … Continue reading →

as published in the AB retired teachers’ magazine. The contest theme was Travel. Free You’ve got a big wad of gum in your mouth that tastes like cherries. Your gas tank is full & you could drive for several hours. The … Continue reading →

(Antarctica, Dec. 2015) On the verge of cracking up the 35 folks of Halley VI awaiting ships and bulldozers for a timely tow. Chasm 1 has spoken– the deep-ice wiggle man once again could not imagine aims to put a … Continue reading →

(Not that that that hasn’t happened before, particularly via historical franchise-branding.) The dubiously-called smart toys such as the 1984/Big Brother Hello Barbie toys  (which are really turning-kids-over-to-strangers-and-corporations) are creepy and sold to parents who simply don’t care about kids and … Continue reading →

“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move into it, and join the dance.” I don’t think there’s anything more satisfying than going to look for a vital, once-influential piece of your life, … Continue reading →

Decorating gingerbread men with grandson. The 5 P’s of Christmas and Inner Child Moments of Being: Presence, Process, Play, Pleasure, and Possibilities.

From a review translated into Albanian, published in the supplement of the newspaper “Tribuna” in Prishtina, Nov. 29, 2014. My global, sensitive, romantic alter-ego, poet Kadrush Radogoshi, whose work I’ve had the honour to review and edit.

(the Edmonton version, above pic) He slid down the Sunday hill, below his house in Vermont. In a distant church an organ proclaimed it was Christmas. The boy walked on with his sled, blown by the wind. The pews were … Continue reading →

was the 355th so far this year in the States. They’re running at an avg. of more than 1 mass shooting a day. Pure madness.