Sometimes life can be hard, especially if you’re a little girl living with an abusive step-father. Sometimes, your dog is your best friend. Sometimes, the witch next door saves your life.
The last of the dog walkers hurries out of the park. Slick tells me there are a lot of guys like this guy. That one always makes it a point to talk to Slick, he says. “These guys think that a couple bucks and some hipster shit make them part of the scene. They don’t have a fuckin’ clue.”
In 1905, a relatively unknown PhD candidate had a handful of scientific papers published in the Annals of Physics that forever changed our understanding of the world. Max Planck, who later would edit the journal, was among the first to recognize the genius of these papers.
It’s Tuesday and my sister, Lilly, will be here any minute. I seat myself at the table for a long, deep look at my kitchen. I’m trying to drink it in, commit it to memory; the kitchen, as it looks to me now; me, as I am now.
“You made it. Who’s the little lady with ya there?” asked someone who I swear looked like Joseph Campbell. I was seriously beginning to think I must be suffering from some kind of heat stroke or something. Across from Joseph was Allen Ginsberg, and there was Jack Kerouac, my teenage hero….
In the ocean, life lives by water. On land, life lives by air. Somewhere along the way, I had gotten those two truths confused, and for decades, I was prone to choking.
The city never seemed to sleep; there was always some place open, some last-chance hole in the wall, some “been here since the first war” kind of joint that would serve you beer and a shot and leave you alone.
Symphony Nova Scotia’s special sci-fi concert that Hallowe’en evening was hosted by John Rhys-Davies, a Welsh actor who played Gimli the dwarf in the film trilogy “The Lord of the Rings”, and our author George Burden had the chance to meet him!
Giving up one love to save another sometimes is the only thing that makes sense. Even if it means that your life isn’t as easy as you would like it to be.
When they had left he got up and looked up and down the street. It was a beautiful summer night, and the moon was full, casting a warm glow on the tiny neighbourhood. He’d lived in the house with his wife, Margie going on twenty odd years. Why had she ended it without saying good-bye?