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Friday, February 28, 2014

I Love to Read!

February is I Love to Read! month. As an advocate for literacy in my province as well as regularly advocating our Freedom to Read guaranteed us under the Charter of Rights and Freedom in Canada (it is still regularly taken away), February ensures my involvement in some way... but not this year.

That's why I'm so happy to share someone else's awesome donation to the literacy cause. Winnipeg can now boast its own river library, where one can peruse a magazine while lacing up their skates. What a hearty breed we are, we prairie dwellers...

I invite you to visit little free library, a wonderfully creative cause 
for the promotion of literacy worldwide.
photo: S. James

Friday, February 14, 2014

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Stories cut from paper

Video from KarmaTube

Beatrice Coron seems to be a karma-sister, with her love of words, of language, of paper... and in her decision to choose artist as her designation at the age of 40, as I did.
enJoy !

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Thursday, January 30, 2014


     In and out, she coiled  her way about the lake waters with impish delight. She was a fish, unfarmed, breathing in its fresh clean waters with satisfaction, her scales, smooth cerulean skin. And when she noticed the man on shore, hands in pockets, smiling, she projected herself high above the water's surface and with one noble splash, disappeared below the late vernal sunset.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Friday, January 10, 2014

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

There are painters who transform the sun 
to a yellow spot, 
but there are others who 
with the help of their art and their intelligence, 
transform a yellow spot into sun.


Sunday, January 5, 2014

À créer ...la touche

Video from KarmaTube

A good photographer will typically reveal the emotions that exist between his subjects through his art form. Richard Rinaldi wanted to see what emotions he might evoke by taking the same well-posed photos by - well, just watch...

Saturday, January 4, 2014


After staring at the white space on his screen for most of the morning, Peter rose and walked to the kitchen to put on a fresh pot of java. With no blood circulating above the thighs his legs felt disconnected from his upper body, arms swaying back and forth until he held the muddy glass coffee pot in one hand, the other hesitating on the bag of beans.

Why couldn't he see what Charlie would do next? For two and a half days now, Peter had furrowed for an after-the-murder resolution for his killer but had come up with nothing. Zip, nada. And the writer was again doubting his career choice, renegotiating the terms of his love life, wondering if he should take up jogging, and considering giving up caffeine.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

A discreet fissure
A sliver of light
Hope revealed
Through this delicate paper skin

art: anonymous