Category: Me

Morning on Salsbury.

To write.

Perhaps it’s my age, or the recent shattering of some parts of my life, but in the last year I’ve felt some urgency around feeling that I am not a “real” writer. By which I mean I’m horribly undisciplined – only writing when I… Continue Reading “To write.”

The folk, flying again.

So. The Flying Folk Army. You remember us? Slightly infamous east vancouver folk band formed back in 1998 in the wake of the APEC protests. You may have seen us playing on the corner in front of WoodSquat, or at one of many Flying… Continue Reading “The folk, flying again.”

Prisoners' Justice Day – August 10th

It’s the annual post and reminder that today is Prisoners’ Justice Day – an internationally-observed day started three decades ago by the tireless Canadian prison-abolitionist Claire Culhane. Prisoners’ Justice Day is the day prisoners have set aside as a day to fast and refuse… Continue Reading “Prisoners' Justice Day – August 10th”

They will go unnamed.

As far as industrial accidents go, mining-related disasters bother me the most I’m sure. Trapped with dwindling food and water, hearing the men on the other side trying to come to rescue, buried alive under thousands of tons of rock, having hours and sometimes… Continue Reading “They will go unnamed.”