Quinn McIlhone You wear pretty blouses and fetching little sweaters to win me back after she enters my life. We made love all afternoon on our anniversary in late summer so you know I want your body in spite of it all. On Valentine’s Day you don a pink jersey and a sweater of harlequin diamonds to suggest a rapprochement. We’re sitting on the couch when you lower your voice through modesty to request my presence in the bedroom. I turn down the proposition. Perhaps that was th

Jim Withers Few of us who were there will forget what we were doing 30 years ago today. An estimated 100,000 people from Canada’s West Coast, the Arctic, Newfoundland and everywhere in between – including le Plateau-Mont-Royal (like me) – found ourselves shoulder to shoulder under or around a massive Maple Leaf flag in downtown Montréal. It was Friday, Oct. 27, 1995, and the unity rally came only three days before Québec was to hold a referendum on seceding from Canada. It wa

As the first atmospheric river of the season washed over the coast, the streetlights buzzed and flickered, casting long shadows that stretched across the pavement like ghosts struggling to break free from the roads. Rain tapped at the window like a prehensile chorus of infinite monkeys with infinite typewriters espaliered over infinite time. And then the same old story clicked in, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing: I was sitting in my office, liste