Chapter 3

Old Jim and Katey tiptoed out of their bedroom and down the hallway of their apartment. Katey giggled as she peeked into the living room where Pepe lay asleep on the couch with his mouth wide open, quietly snoring. He complained about never getting any sleep at their place but whenever she looked in on him, it seemed like he was having a good rest.

Chapter 2

Old Jim wasn’t really old, or at least not any older than the rest of them, but growing up he had a friend also named Jim, and since Old Jim was older by a few months, that’s what they called him. Young Jim was later killed in an accident at the potash mine, but Old Jim stayed Old Jim. Six and a half feet tall with wide shoulders and big arms, he looked like a giant lumberjack from a storybook.

Chapter 1...

Pepe lay flat on a log on the bank of Wascana Creek. In his hand was a biography of Gabriel Dumont but he’d stopped reading and instead he stared up at a stark blue prairie winter sky. It was the end of March and in Regina winter was finally coming to a finish but Pepe already wore shorts and flip-flop sandals. He didn’t care about the cold anymore. He was sick of it. He did wear his heavy parka though, so he must’ve cared somewhat, but he told himself he didn’t.

Leland and Rufus

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”
 
“Or do you?”
“What?”
 
This is how most conversations with Leland went.

Differences Between Hybridization and Genetic Modification

The difference between Hybridized and Genetically Modified foods is often confusing for people. Many believe that people have been genetically modifying things for thousands of years when in reality...

Hector and the Egg

Struggling inside the goose, Hector discovered a golden egg. “We’ll be rich and famous!” he thought as he excitedly took it home to his wife Maria.

It Was All Wrong...

It was all wrong-
    like walking around
    in a migraine

Catch this...

Saturday morning late
coffee, peanut butter and honey toast
after 2 in the morning
talk session

Old Grey Buddha Rock

Old grey Buddha rock
mountain side
two feet high
    solitary
    and flat on top
so that for thousands
of years
beings have rested
upon it’s mossy comfort

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