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doug lusssier |
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Wednesday, October 05 2005 @ 04:18 PM EDT |
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Me, I was Born ere.
Tansi , astum , api, Sit, on de bench Sit!
Me I was born ere, my fawder and granfawder too, and hee’s fawder was born in dis place. St. Anne is de small place and not too many city peops like it too much. But is de place I live all my life, and dis year I have 87 year.
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Adam Pottle |
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Thursday, September 15 2005 @ 06:00 AM EDT |
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| As I stared out the window at the night, I thought at last of what Chelsea said to me before she passed on with a fluttering close of her eyes and an exhalation full of effort.
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"What in hell’s that?" I squawked, almost dropping the supermarket bags as a piece of hearth rug detached itself and rose on four thin shaggy legs to the height of a small donkey.
He laughed then, and at the sound the thing rose on its hind legs like a grizzly bear, set its paws on his shoulders in a lover’s embrace, and jabbed its sharp nose at his face.
"What would it be, eejit? It’s a dog, of course. Man’s best friend. My best friend, anyway. My dog. Meet Cu. He’s a real Christian."
He averted his face from the thing’s lolloping ecstatic tongue. "Give him time to get acquainted. Don’t rush him, mind, and don’t be looking him in the eye at first. It only aggravates him."
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Adam Pottle |
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Tuesday, August 30 2005 @ 01:17 PM EDT |
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| The boy emerged from the trees on his bike onto the small dusty parking lot of Hospital Beach. He saw a gaggle of chattering men crowded close together, looking down. Concerned and curious, the boy knew that when adults were so collectively attentive, something had happened.
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Alan May |
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Saturday, June 18 2005 @ 06:00 AM EDT |
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| “Ok, grab that big floor lever on your left and slowly move it forward, now the left peddle, that’s right, all the way to the floor. So long as the pedal is depressed you’ll be in first gear.”
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In their dark world, the two twisted, hideous, thin-limbed forms plotted and planned.
"Does he know?" asked one.
A pause, then the other said, "No. We can see no way he could know. We are almost certain he does not know."
The first one hissed, then calmed itself. " ‘Almost?’ You say 'almost?’ That's not good enough. We need to be certain. Need I remind you what is at stake?"
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Alan May |
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Friday, May 20 2005 @ 07:08 PM EDT |
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| They still stand like silent wooden soldiers along most of our prairie highways, many are no longer in use, and a trip back to the farm from my home in Prince George B.C. seems to find another one missing each time. An important part of the community, the local grain terminal was seen anywhere there were even the smallest traces of a prairie town. It seems almost like the chicken and the egg, I wonder which did come first. Unfortunately these old wooden monuments are disappearing, replaced by a much more robust structure made almost entirely of cement.
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