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Issue: 2010-08-12

When Our Signs Come Down

The land has its own agenda.Plants find purchasein the disturbed earthand overcome humanity’s intrusions.We are a hiccup in thebreath of the planet,a slight flutter in theheartbeat of creation.Our vision frames the worldwe...

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Painter in the Ditch

I’m painting the road.When I tell people that, they figure I’m painting the yellow line some different colour.What I’m actually doing is stopping every 50 kilometres on the drive from Edmonton to Whitehorse and...

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All I ever need …

Sometimes the muse doesn’t just find you; sometimes she follows you, haunts you, tracks your every move and invades your quiet moments, ticking away inside that clockwork brain until you know it’s just no...

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