by Nick Tabone | Jun 26, 2024 | Non-fiction
“I think I’m weary of my terrifying heart.” J.P Donleavy, The Ginger Man 6.5 kms into a run it starts. My heart strikes a dud beat and then begins to race. I am crossing the pedestrian bridge that straddles lake Shore Boulevard...
by Nick Tabone | Apr 19, 2024 | Non-fiction
I’ve been thinking lately of writing a story about a wolf. And I was thinking about this story, and a hundred other things, as I packed my bag for a month at sea. I continued to think on it as I journeyed to the ship and through the next...
by Nick Tabone | Dec 31, 2023 | Non-fiction
By 1430 the sun is already low in the sky. It lingers above the tips of the mangey jack pines and spruce to my right and gives the impression that if I run fast enough, I could overtake it. I am listening to the spectral, doom-laden Irish folk of Oxn (a first...
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