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I am a Canadian, originally from Hamilton, Ontario. I have also lived in Toronto, the Ottawa Valley, British Columbia, and am now living in Calgary, Alberta. I have been writing seriously for thirty years, been an active member of writers’ groups and performed my work in public numerous times. I have written more than 100 poems, many short stories, and am presently working on a few novels while participating in literary websites.

  • Age: 71
  • Joined: January 2008

Journal

Extracts from my reading XIII

Mervyn Peake, “Titus Alone” (Book 3 of the Gormenghast trilogy) 1959 / 36. / “Thank heavens it`s all over now.” / “What is?” / “My youth. It took too long and got in my way.” / “In your way, Mr. Thirst? How do you mean?” / “It went on for so long,” said Thirst. “I had about thirty years of it. You know what I mean. Expe…
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Extracts from my reading XII

#32. / John D. MacDonald, “The Scarlet Ruse”, 1973 / I stood up. I wished I could somehow stand up and leave myself still stretched out on the couch. I wanted to shed myself, start brand new, do better. / Had I been spending the last many years selling real estate or building motels, I could not be expected to recognize that special kind of kink exemplified by our Mary Alice McDermit.…
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Extracts from my reading XI

31. / Richard Brautigan, “Rommel Drives on Deep into Egypt”, 1970 / Love’s Not The Way to Treat a Friend / Love’s not the way to treat a friend, / I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t / want to see your eyes forgotten / on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse / of those who can remember nothing. / Love’s not the way to treat a friend. / I don’t wa…
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Extracts from my reading X

28. / Ross MacDonald, “The Galton Case”, 1959 / “You really going in for the poetry kick, Mr. Archer? With music?” / “I have long yearned for the finer things.” / Such as a good French dinner at a price I could pay. I took a taxi to The Ritz Poodle Dog, and had a good French dinner. When I finished eating, it was nearly ten o’clock. / The Listening Ea…
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