Fishermen’s Tales

There is a tale my father tells, of when, new to this continent, on a sweltering spring day, during an excursion in the North Ontario bush, he sought to relieve the onerous heat by stripping down and leaping into a pond of stagnant water.  A damn fool...

The Applause of Leaves

Virtually everything I’ve written these past two years features a bird in it somewhere.  There was the small goldfinch skittering up the deck as I did a round of soundings approaching Parry Sound or the bald eagle’s dogged pursuit of a seagull in the...