My bookstore fantasy

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It will be a combination used bookstore and café. I will run the bookstore and my wife will run the café. That way we will both become equally wealthy.

We’ll call it Ussalone Books. As a sly rebuke to Quebec’s language inspectors, the name above the doorway will read “Livres Ussalone.”

Customers will be drawn off the street by the smell of early-morning croissants in the kitchen and the sight of late-period…

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A wonderful fantasy. I don't know who wouldn't love a place like this!

The Gift of Boring Boozing Boys

Maybe I’m intolerant. Maybe I’m a snob. Understand, I like a glass of wine or beer from time to time; occasionally, on particularly festive occasions, I like a Margarita. Two, even. And don’t get me wrong, I love a sensuous tumble perhaps more than the next guy. However…

Why is always about sex?

My sixteen-year-old son recently consoled me as I wept over the rejection I received from the Banff School’s Writing Studio’s 5 week residency course. He told me that I would make it, that my writing was good. He has read my work – well, some of it, at least. But on more than one occasion, he has moaned, “Why do you always have to write about sex?”

Sunshine Radio Interview

On Monday, October 29th, I was interviewed on Sunshine 89.1 by Jim Birchard in regards to the Writers’ Community of Simcoe County. He was gracious and calm, set me instantly at ease and asked a wide range of questions – from the current status of poetry to the nature of ghostwriting – to which I answered to the best of my ability ( and only hoped that I didn’t disgrace myself.)

Here’s the link to the stream. CLICK HERE

Kerouac, on how to write

What if? (this is as good as it gets)

What if? What if this is the moment across which, when I pass, each subsequent moment will be measured, clocked, pointed to as the one that marked the path leading to that final embodied breath? What if? Every moment should be then heightened, exalted somehow. Already, I asked myself, if this is the marker, then which choices will I make – about trips abroad, the stories I will write, the company I will keep? I smiled a happy little smile, knowing that I will die. Because if I live as if I will die, then I will, in fact, live. Exuberantly.

An Interview with James Dewar, Poet

Reblogged from Cheryl Andrews:

To celebrate National Poetry Month,  I'm sharing this interview with James Dewar, who taught me to say, "I am a poet", without flinching.

James Dewar is a poet. His work has been published in The Garden in the Machine (Hidden Brook Press 2007) and several anthologies and literary journals. He enjoys helping poets improve their writing skills and offers workshops on poetry writing and performance techniques.

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James Dewar is a fine poet, teacher, publisher and friend. This is a great interview about all things poetic.

The Author's Voice - Deepam Wadds

Reblogged from Inkstroke's Blog:

Today we have WCSC (Writer’s Community of Simcoe County) VP, novelist, memoir-ist, poet, massage therapist and writing compatriot, Deepam Wadds. (And, as of late edition edit, WCDR grant recipient. Congratulations, Deepam!)

First off, congratulations on winning the Whispered Words Prose Competition! Had I known YOU were entering, I could have saved myself a bit of money and not entered. Seriously though, I can’t wait to read your entry, and all the others, of course.

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Here is the interview with Dale Long from his Inkstroke's Blog

All About Radical Restoration in Costa Rica

I’m back, somewhat tanned, immensely relaxed, restored, refreshed and rejuvenated. I know, that’s a lot of R’s, but I can’t help it… Our retreat, Radical Restoration, was divine in so many senses – from the food to the company to the surroundings, it was all perfection.

On the first day of writing, after yoga in the outdoor palapa, followed by glistening fruits and homemade (from the hacienda’s cacao trees) chocolate spread on our toast and local coffee, I wrote this:

Medicine Dance

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First there was the cough... since September (coincidentally beginning shortly after my son decided he would rather live with his father) and the diagnosis of a chronic nasty lung that would follow me all of my days ( a result of my youthful, less conscious choices). Then there was me trying to "get in shape" via Kinect's rather demanding "games" which resulted in a set of muscles and bones that spat and clawed at each other.

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