Author: Jon Mychal
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Rock of Ages
Most weekends I like to head out with family for a greasy brunch somewhere. Today was no exception, and once done, I felt the need to go for a long walk — it was, after all, an “all you can eat” affair, and one needs to keep an eye on one’s potentially burgeoning midsection after…
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The Quiet Inevitable
I found shelter from the sleet under a tree; and sat down on a tombstone marked “You”… So I wrote it down, and felt a little less ill; as the sky reflected perfectly, the hue of that stone, droplets tapped at me with an earnest insistence, each as a tear — with it’s own story…
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Orangey Skies…
(Journal excerpt) 4:57pm — Clear skies, light breeze — lots of sun here at The Brickworks this afternoon… just got word that a break in my work schedule will afford me the much needed time to work on ‘Ben Orr’ again — I’ve spent several hours these past few days, and it’s coming together in…
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Jolly old Jack…
Jack Layton is dead. I just watched a 2.5hr funeral ceremony that was filmed yesterday — live. I entertained thoughts of going down to City Hall and then over to Roy Thompson Hall (where the actual public funeral was held), but was feeling far too vulnerable and emotionally/physically weak to take on that kind of…
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Drops
I’m sitting on “the Bench” in ‘Section 51’ — Mt. Pleasant cemetery. I haven’t sat here since last summer… before the fire… doesn’t feel like it’s been that long? The place — the experience here — all seem timeless. In fact, it was on this very bench; just a year ago, that I finally broke…