And when words fail, what else should a writer — or anyone else — do but shut up and listen?
But to what? And to whom?
To media outlets recounting in endless sequence the sketchy, horrifying details, no less horrific for being wrong, for being woeful, hopeful underestimates of the numbers […]
Ever since early childhood I have listened and looked for things. Even as a little child I collected assemblages of found objects: wooden spools, wine corks, bits of fabric, coloured glass, marbles, shells, leaves, birds’ nests, stones.
Nearly every morning in the late 1970s I walked out early from our Leslieville home to buy the […]