is forgotten among the pasture where November winds are colder than a whisper of icicles. This home of fallen timbers weather-ravaged a sanctuary for mice, other creatures sky peeking through apple trees pussy willows alongside a muddy bank an album of memories a reminisce. Our childhood swam in that creek. We chased cows fed pigs […]
Filed under: Richard L. Provencher by akublik Date 15 April, 2010
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It’s 2 am and the bars are closing. Too many voices on the streets of Jasper, sleep undone. From my Athabasca Hotel window I see beer-movements along Prince Street taxis humming in their quest for fares, some drinkers preferring to stagger homeward. “LF? You know somethin’?†someone shouts. “You’re ugly too,†an added bonus. Conversations […]
Filed under: Richard L. Provencher by akublik Date 27 November, 2008
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