When I was living in Spain, I sang in a lot of jam sessions. When I first started going to the jams, I improvised my poems and lyrics to punk music. There was one jam session where the organiser often sang this song to introduce me, whether it was because he identified me as Canadian... Continue Reading →
Q is for Quiet
I love night's quiet. When I lived in Budapest, I loved walking home late at night. The song of rigó birds filled the air as I climbed the stairs from the river to the top of the Castle District where I'd pause to admire the view of the Danube and the lights of Pest; then... Continue Reading →
