PostArctica: A Charter Poem

A Charter Poem A charter poem slipped onto the shore where I sat daydreaming about you it came from a flooded place back up the river and seemed happy to  be on solid ground again landfilled ground containing the detritus that caused the flood upstream

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PostArctica: Tour de France 2019

Tour de France. Like the World Cup of soccer, the best of sports on a global scale. Or as my grade 8 teacher, Brother Victor, once referring to soccer as the only true world game, might say, this is the absolute summit of such a simple thing as bicycling. It

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PostArctica: Surprise in Saint Michel

Finding myself exploring the neighborhood just to the east of the old Miron Quarry, now Parc Frederic-Bach, I stumbled upon a green lane (ruelle vert) right up against the STM adapted transport center. At first I only noticed there was a couple of murals painted on some structures which are

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PostArctica: Citizen Trump

Watching the Trump years at the White House is like watching Citizen Kane without knowing how it ends, without even knowing what “rosebud” will mean.  We are, however, picking up the trajectory of the story and can clearly see  that there will be a tragic ending because unlike all other

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