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Poet Shoes: July 2014

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Saturday, 12 July 2014. Hump, swivel, bend, press. Hundred-year-old wooden box with windows. Their own staff and budget. But don't they see past the bridge? Is how an idea like this carries on. And I'm not feeling old today! I did point out to my daughter the other day, though, that "we're all pushing 80.". Monday, 7 July 2014. Here I am, thinking this way. I don't know details but Brian Wilson got heavy into himself, I think, and the group broke down. I'll use. Thursday, 3 July 2014. The bandstand could...

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Poet Shoes: Esther & Sons: Family Matters

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Thursday, 23 July 2015. Esther and Sons: Family Matters. A coffee shop this fine, who wouldn't make it two mornings in a row. Tomorrow at this time I'll be helping my sister clear out her garage, but you don't need to know that. I was sitting here reading the Globe and Mail. Damned if I didn't see my daughter Lucy pictured in front of a blind horse, which doesn't know it's blind, on page S2- a production shot for her show at Caravan Farm Theatre, which opens tonight. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Poet Shoes: October 2014

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Friday, 31 October 2014. Never Mind That It's 25 in Lisbon. Having just graded midterms which revealed some impressive engagement with the poems we'd read earlier in the semester, I continue to be frustrated with the blankness on the faces in my first-year class, with the sense that if I don't push the wheel, it rolls to a stop. 10 minutes to the task if they wanted, perhaps to supplement, deepen, further explore their preliminary response. Today I'll see what observations and questions they might have&#...

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Poet Shoes: September 2014

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Friday, 26 September 2014. The PCL guys—don’t any women work at this construction site? 8212;return from lunch, walking slowly, as if they’d eaten that extra burger at the all-you-can-eat Luther cafeteria. The workers get up to the 12. The elevator holds at least 8 of the PCL workers, I see. The 8. And we all carry on into the afternoon. Wednesday, 24 September 2014. Tuesday, 23 September 2014. Notice of Attempt at Personal Best : Longest Time Not Speaking While Engaging Class in Useful Language Activity.

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Poet Shoes: June 2015

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Monday, 29 June 2015. New Place to Hang My Hat. I'll need one. Tomorrow I hand over the keyfob to my office at Luther. By mid-July I will have finished working with the Coteau editor of my Globe Theatre history book, after which I'll have to hand over my keys to my GT workspace, where I am at the moment. Apart from my bachelor pad in the Frontenac, that will leave my constellation of coffee shops, pubs, park benches, picnic tables, library tables and pool aprons as home-away-from-home workplaces. Step on...

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Poet Shoes: One Afternoon at the Regina Folk Festival

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Saturday, 8 August 2015. One Afternoon at the Regina Folk Festival. To get the bad photograph over with, let's upload it here:. Blame it on Rock Creek, on the grass. Don't blame it on the fence, which permits close (if blue-gridded) conversation about the highway to Kelowna, 120-30 on the Coquihalla. I tell you, you'd want to buy a ticket to pursue the vibe here, but you'll settle for outside the fence where the music though invisible in origin remains loud, a half block away still loud.

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Poet Shoes: Coffee

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Wednesday, 22 July 2015. Washrooms are for Esther and Sons customers only. Thank you! Those must be a couple of the Sons right now, examining the plants- bending over to sniff them, even- and talking loudly enough to generate these first few sentences. But they've gone inside now. This is Kelowna, another smokey place, cough cough. Or look/listen around. The latter is the bit that leads out, the lonely bit. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A Trip Around Lake Wascana.

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Poet Shoes: January 2015

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Saturday, 31 January 2015. I was going to add a small piece to that map project. Brenda got us going on but wasn't sure where my uncle Alf had been born, almost 90 years ago. He died the other day. I share the Alfred with him, and we shared it with his dad, and dads all way back to the first Alfred, Maria Alfred, who came over from Ireland around 1850, and gave her male descendants her name. I'm not sure if he was born at the farm or in town, Palmer, Sask., south of Moose Jaw. A Saskatchewan boy. I shoul...

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Poet Shoes: February 2015

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Saturday, 28 February 2015. The Secret of Long Life. If I would have said "Secret Clubhouse for Maple Leaf Fans" would you still be reading? Only if you're Tom, Don, Jared, Brenda, Justin, Justin, Dave and one or two more. We all know the Leafs are on the ice tonight and maybe they can beat the Habs- oops, they're down 1-0 late in the first. My son Tom, #1 on the list above, became a Leaf fan growing up. (I hear. Better change the subject soon! Wednesday, 25 February 2015. I took the word to a couple of ...