iamwriterhearmeroar.blogspot.com
I Am Writer... Hear Me Roar!: July 2015
http://iamwriterhearmeroar.blogspot.com/2015_07_01_archive.html
I Am Writer. Hear Me Roar! Roars of an avid (omnivorous) reader and writer. Are You New Here? Me In Other Places. Sunday, July 19, 2015. Across Canada Reading Challenge Part 2: The Territories. If you weren't already aware, I finished my Across Canada Reading Challenge, which is a mini-challenge I gave myself as part of the Around the World Reading Challenge. I talked about the books I read set in each of the 10 Canadian provinces yesterday. For the Yukon I read The Slow Fix by Ivan E. Coyote. I think th...
ecoinnovators.org
Chris Benjamin — Eco-Innovators
http://www.ecoinnovators.org/chris-benjamin
Chris is a freelance journalist, fiction writer, CBC News web writier/editor and columnist. He is the author of Eco-Innovators: Sustainability in Atlantic Canada (Nimbus Publishing), winner of the 2012 APMA Best Atlantic-Published Book Award and a finalist for the Richardson Non-Fiction Prize; and the critically-acclaimed novel, Drive-by Saviours (Roseway Publishing), winner of the H.R. Percy Prize and longlisted for Canada Reads 2011 and a ReLit Prize. The Myth of the Wealthy Environmentalist.
lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com
8 Mile Love Graffiti: March 2011
http://lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html
Thursday, March 17, 2011. Green river most holy. I wade my bare feet. Into your purifying flow. Away from noise and smoke. Where your voice is wind. A laugh I've died to hear. But I ask you;. If my mortal sins. By your cold blood. To the mother ocean. And beg your forgiveness. For listening to your voice. Instead of your words. On this matter of souls. As they walk on by. Labels are no alternative to understanding: Love. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Death of a friend. What do you...
lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com
8 Mile Love Graffiti: Flotsam and Jetsam
http://lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com/2010/10/flotsam-and-jetsam.html
Monday, October 25, 2010. It was a long walk. Her thoughts all over the map,. The bus schedule lit by. The traffic crossing town,. Right through the door. Quickly to the neon lit bar. Where he'd just finished. One, two, was working. On a third vodka straight. Poked him in the ribs. Let him know she was. And the fires in Detroit. Burned early that night. And the planets aligned. To the world of man. And Lazarus rose from. And the bomb dropped-. Millions more were born. With a million more bombs. There are...
lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com
8 Mile Love Graffiti: October 2010
http://lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html
Friday, October 29, 2010. She screams at her nosferatu. On the threshold of her house. Every night the ritual. She throws a liquor bottle. It shatters to diamonds and mash. In front of his car door. Screeching to departure on cue. I’ve seen her throw herself. On the rusting hood of his car. Or smack his side window. With her open hand. She has broken glass before. As easily as she's broken herself. And for the ground that she gained. She just as easily gave in. To the monster near dawn. It was a long walk.
bookcamphalifax.org
Programme of Events | BookCamp Halifax
http://bookcamphalifax.org/sessions
Reading, 'Riting, and the Rest of it. Our Original Home Page. Press Release Oct 21 2013. Press Release Oct 10 2013. Venue: Khyber Centre for the Arts. The second floor features all-day coffee and snacks and access to Room 1 (The Library) and Room 2 (Friesens Forum). Room 3 (Booknet Ballroom) is on the third floor. 9:30-10:00 – Coffee, tea, general mingling. 10:00 – Official Welcome. 10:15 11:00 Grant Writing for Arts Organizations. Room 1 – The Library. 10:15 11:00 What Editors Do and Why You Need One.
lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com
8 Mile Love Graffiti: June 2011
http://lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html
Thursday, June 2, 2011. Wormwood (Another Ode to Bukowski, the 2nd such.). Dead by the streetlight. Off the desert floor. A hooker is dodging cars. While living in the midnights. Really, it can't be that easy. Dead by the TV tray:. Half a pop tart. The future is in the now,. And turns out it's nothing. Taste the gasoline mai tai;. Dead by the bedside:. Gives me a twitch. Dead by the hand that. And rubs my belly. Labels are no alternative to understanding: Bukowski. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Today, the ...
lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com
8 Mile Love Graffiti: Parallels
http://lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com/2011/10/parallels.html
Thursday, October 20, 2011. I hear the piano playing. And smell the breeze. Wafting from the dragonfly’s wings. Springtime tells us stories. That smell this sweet,. And so does an autumn sunset. Of the horizonless lake. As the waves say hello. And our feet see the sand. For all the trillion miracles. That it has always been,. Eyes falling only to fly high. The old mariner’s bell. The light and the dark. Are brothers after all. Labels are no alternative to understanding: death of a friend. A poet's corner...
lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com
8 Mile Love Graffiti: Monsters
http://lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com/2010/10/monsters_29.html
Friday, October 29, 2010. She screams at her nosferatu. On the threshold of her house. Every night the ritual. She throws a liquor bottle. It shatters to diamonds and mash. In front of his car door. Screeching to departure on cue. I’ve seen her throw herself. On the rusting hood of his car. Or smack his side window. With her open hand. She has broken glass before. As easily as she's broken herself. And for the ground that she gained. She just as easily gave in. To the monster near dawn. Or at least thats...
lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com
8 Mile Love Graffiti: April 2010
http://lovefromgrandrivertojefferson.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html
Tuesday, April 6, 2010. Labels are no alternative to understanding: Betrayal. Saturday, April 3, 2010. Remember when we built the tower? It stretched to heaven, so we might. Look Him in the eye. We worked so well together,. You and I, with only our hands. And tongues. We were slaves. Building higher and higher. Until it seemed nothing would be. Beyond our reach, and anything. We conspired to do would be. We would see Him as an equal,. Atop the shrine built to our past. We remembered the Apple,. Just give...
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENT