John’s Deer
Well John wasn’t going to pay that kind of money on a John Deere tractor; no sir, he had a better idea.
July 1, 2013
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Well John wasn’t going to pay that kind of money on a John Deere tractor; no sir, he had a better idea.
This spring many employee’s working under different unions came out to voice their discontent with the MUHC’s drastic budget cutting. Mismanagement, corruption and accountability were
If only they told me Right from the beginning “they die you know these people to whom you attach your fondness and they are even
These lips I kiss Form after formSomehow taste very familiarWho is this evasive woman I seek?So I can recite my linesAnd engage in dialogueAnd when
Many years ago I made a couple of pilgrimages to Fyodor Dostoevsky’s grave. In this series I only posted one photograph of his grave and
Years ago when I had my tea shop in Chinatown, Vancouver I had the following experience. Early in the morning I heard something at the
Love is Road Kill Just let the little animal inside you love Read this poem And so I tried To cross the busy highway to
Spending lots of time in the forest, perhaps way too much time, I’ve noticed how some of the wood patterns and formations resemble human genitalia.
After a long night of drinking Korean actor Lee Jae Yong and myself found ourselves by the Port in Pusan,South Korea. That is when he
Farm Fashion Farm Fashion is a concept I use to describe lifestyle clothing my family wears for working in the country. Of course, some wouldn’t
I’ve long been fascinated with heavy equipment and how it can transform the land. Over the years I have been lucky to have been able to
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I dedicate this post to Tom and East Vin in East Vancouver. Because I can’t make wine in his shop…which I’d love (to death) I
On November the 28th 1980 I watched my father died. I was 13 at the time. The experience left me with lots of anger. It
I saw Yegor Dyachkov and Jonathan Crow perform at Mc Gill’s Pollack hall. I remember Shostakovitch was on the program; my reason for going. It
