Volume 19, Number 112, December 2016/January 2017 Baseball Is Like Life by Cora Goodyear
Baseball is very much like the game of life
New players come in, older players leave
They are there for a period of time
And a specific tapestry they weave
They win, they lose
All part of the game.
Volume 19, Number 111, October/November 2016 Suzie Meets Santa by John Trott
Christmas is for kids. However, many adults derive their own pleasure from watching a child’s anticipation and enthusiasm for the season. I was seven and my sister was four when she discovered the wonder of Christmas. She involved all the adults around her in its magic. Read More
Volume 19, Number 112, December 2016/January 2017 WINNER OF THE 2016 POETRY THE MARJORIE McINTOSH/GARY E. MILLER PRIZE In the Eyes of the Beholders by Jean Spicer O’Hearn
HER IMAGE
She looked in the mirror,
And what did she see?
An ugly old woman,
Who could not be she!
Volume 19, Number 111, October/November 2016 WINNER OF THE 2016 CANADIAN ESSAY: THE ALVIN ENS PRIZE Inuksuks: A Statement in Stone by Derek Peach
In the 1960s, every rock on every highway in this land from Cornerbrook to Sooke was doomed to be a billboard for a great mob of idiot vandals with their chalks or paints to proclaim that Kilroy or one of his brainless cohort had been there or was in love with such a one or was from such and such a town. The most inaccessible places were prime targets for this graffiti. Read More
The canoe slipped easily onto a gently sloping sandy beach fronting a park in the town of Prescott, Ontario. It was a warm Friday night at the end of June 1967. My friend Don and I were traveling from Montreal to Toronto and had been on our journey for about two weeks. It was a warm evening and we were somewhat tired from our day on the river. We’d encountered some strong currents to paddle against. Before starting our mealtime preparations, we decided to relax for a while. Read More
Volume 19, Number 110, August/September 2016 Hairy Giants by Lois Kromhoff
In the forests, on the mountains,
near gigantic cliffs and caves,
live the hairy, scary sasquatch,
out of sight.
They are big and strong and smelly.
They are known to be a fright.
You will never, ever see one,
(but you might).
Volume 19, Number 108, April/May 2016 Folly’s Storm by Susan Buchanan
The warnings are ominous. To make matters worse the twins have disappeared. I can tell that Mom’s really nervous. The twins are known for doing stupid things like locking themselves in the attic or getting caught on the last sandbar when the tide is almost all the way in.
Mom tells me to go easy on them. Personally, I don’t think they need special treatment. I mostly ignore them. So this time, storm or not, I’ll be doing exactly that. Read More
Volume 19, Number 108, April/May 2016 The Ad by Anna Lemon
FOR SALE: Used once. Ridden many times.
Call: 763-2370
“Hey, Mary, did you see this ad?” Jim said. He was leafing through the ads in the Sunday paper. The tiny ad was hidden away in the Miscellaneous section. “What do you think it is about?” Read More
Volume 19, Number 107, February/March 2016 The Last Dance by Elaine Durst
Spanish Eyes came on the music channel. He was standing
in the kitchen.
I held out my arms to him. “Let’s dance.”
“I can’t dance.” Read More
He opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It was exactly 3 a.m. - time for his nightly foray - time to explore his domain. He swung his legs over the side of his bed, stretched, put on his slippers and robe, and headed for the door of his room. He quietly pulled the door open and checked the hallway. The WD-40 he had borrowed from the maintenance department had done the trick.
Good - nobody in sight. No sounds either. He grabbed his brightly coloured rubber tipped cane and crept into the corridor. Read More
