Monthly Archives September 2010

The Pebble – a short play in one act

by Binnie [The Business Guy and the Writer sit at the supper table conversing] BG: Please pass the salt. W: Salt? Oh, you mean salt. Here you go, here’s the salt. [BG sprinkles salt on his supper] BG: How was your day? W: Fine, thanks, just fine. It was… fine. Yours? BG: Mine was great; I got a lot of business done. W: Business, yes, mm-hmm. Business.
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A Little Speech

The beach hisses like fat . On his left, a sheet of uninterrupting water comes and goes and glazes over his dark and brittle feet. He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes. - Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them, where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs, he stares at the dragging grains. (excerpt from
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Messages

“His beak is focussed; he is preoccupied, looking for something, something, something.” - Elizabeth Bishop (from the poem “Sandpiper”)¬† It’s been a good summer for writing around here: I’ve managed to complete three short stories. Lest Dear Reader be too impressed, I’ll be up-front and admit that two of the three were at various stages of draft when summer began. #2 had been in the works since
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Extremes

“It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. You’d wake up in a concert and think, Wow, how did I get here?” - John Lennon We’ve had a week of extreme weather, 34C and beastly humid. Halifax is not known for such hot weather, certainly not days and days of it. We are largely an un-air-conditioned¬†population of Northern European extraction who wilt, nay, wind up
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