Declan O'Malley came to the coast of British Columbia because it was as far away from Ireland as he could possibly go. Haunted by memories of his family's death at the hands of the Black and Tans, Declan is unable to escape his grief. He immerses himself in a new life, seeking to produce a more p...
Still night. The dark windows unlit by any dawn. She was sleepy for a moment, then felt pain beginning in her abdomen, intense pain that lasted only a few seconds but that gripped her body fully while it lasted. She waited. A few minutes later, there was another. Less intense this time. Then anot...
I, the quaifying noun. And I am to remain childless. Something about biology, genetics (a science, Mairtin), though once there was a hope but then an ending of late bright blood. I knew about cycles and seasons, the way of a woman with a man, the rooted mandrake. Knew abou...
He could not rise to grasp the oars in their locks, to keep the skiff heading in the direction of his cabin, at ease in the current of strong water. Without lifting his head, he knew that the tides would take him back eventually because the bay ended at his steps, fed by the quick tea-coloured wa...
— Herodotus, The Histories1 I was driving down the Coast to do some shopping, and the car radio was on. It was tuned to the CBC’s Richardson’s Roundup. Bill Richardson introduced a piece of music briefly, saying its performer was the American countertenor David Daniels. I’d heard of countertenors...
I’ve wanted for some time to look at a period in the history of a community through its textiles. Mostly this will show the history of the women, although I would be happy to be surprised. I put a notice in the local newspaper, asking people to bring in textiles that might be a part of the exhibi...