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Reported Speech

i. ‘I’m just going for a run,’ I say and hold my ID against the window of the small security booth at Superior Terminals on the outskirts of Thunder Bay. ‘No you’re not,’ says a voice from within.  The sun is behind me and it is hard to see the owner of the voice...

Putting the House in Order

‘Want to walk to Bellwoods in a bit?’ I text my neighbour Jack,referring to the large park, that occupies a full city block, nearby.   ‘Could do,’ he responds.   I am keen to get out as tomorrow I return to work and...

Portrait of the Sailor as an Aging Man

Home on leave,for the fourth such time this year,and the sailor says to a friend that he sees the city,his life in fact,in time-lapse. He has arrivedto the fragrant swellof a leonine Indian Summer,and it is the seasons of course, that are the most obvious darlings of...