Blinking in the half-light, almost bright after the school’s dim corridors, we’d pass the line of poplars, tall black sentries at the outer limits of the play field. Street lights …

…some skeletal remains initially thought to be single bodies were actually two people fused together by searing temperatures. —cnn, February 12, 2009 There are always bodies to discover at each …

Don’t read me wrong— I plan on dying in Winnipeg In a strange way I posit Winnipeg is where everything always dies: Grandfathers, clock radios, Chevrolets faith, journalists, fine-tip pens …

10-cane rum and I’m all sun inside. Children in shrink-wrap-tight swimsuits. Cigar boats burning by. Our aluminum’s hoist-high in dry-dock, tonsilled in the mouth of the boathouse, its conked outboard …

The Newfoundland orphange playground and asleep in the stiff nunnery’s bed, the train was stalled at Portage and Main— “Just around then my marriage fell apart.” The pea garden was …

The priest was Haitian and unpopular, sent from Halifax to lift the church’s sinking numbers. Someone made a joke about     colonialism. Someone made a joke about how he choked on …

I dreaded those future aeons when I would not be present—an endless succession of days I would miss, with their own news and songs and styles of machine. —John Updike, …