Monthly Archives: November 2016

That I once stood with a bunch of Edmonton hippies inside a pot-saturated Kinsman Fieldhouse one summer, groovin’ to the Iron Butterfly’s only hit–the last song of the night, the psychedelic, catchy riffed “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vita” which runs about 17 mins. long with … Continue reading →

Waking up suddenly to the alarm, as I struggle to finish an impromptu speech-recitation on Alfred, Lord Tennyson to a small audience, ad-libbing the conclusion from a printout with tiny illustrations of Inuit figures and assorted available words scattered about the page: “Old … Continue reading →