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December 12, 2021
Living and Writing on a Small Island by JP McLean
Denman Island is the place I call home. It’s one of the northern Canadian Gulf islands nestled between mainland British Columbia and Vancouver Island. We are ferry dependent with a population of 1100 and known for our breathtaking scenery and artistic communities. At just fifty square kilometres, you can drive around the entire island in forty-five minutes.
My Denman writing perch overlooks the ocean. Songbirds flit around the deck, pecking at bugs and seeds. Unending flocks of brant geese fly b...
Published on December 12, 2021 23:28
December 10, 2021
Words that Alter, Words that Pierce
Writing must pierce. Being a writer is like sitting on the table for your first tattoo, or earring, or nose ring. The searing needle burning into your skin, the drop of blood a symbol of what you’ve done. Your body is forever altered.
And the way the world sees you has also changed. You’ve made an impression on it, on every passerby that briefly or profoundly stares at you. The gaze depends on the beholder. For some it’s the spectac...
And the way the world sees you has also changed. You’ve made an impression on it, on every passerby that briefly or profoundly stares at you. The gaze depends on the beholder. For some it’s the spectac...
Published on December 10, 2021 23:02
December 5, 2021
A Utopia in Dystopia
One of the goals of Dystopian literature is to satisfy. Satisfaction is where every “utopia contains a dystopia, and every dystopia contains a utopia”. Ishleen Singh, an author and reviewer on Reedsy Discovery, used the word “satisfy” to describe the dystopian world created in
Surrogate Colony.
She felt a sense of justice, or reward, for reading. Perhaps there is a deeply ingrained desire in our psyche to make order out of chaos, even in ...
Published on December 05, 2021 23:34
December 2, 2021
The Little Ones
I used to have these weird experiences as a child. Maybe we have all had them. I haven’t confirmed, but have you?
I would be sat in thought, usually in a closet, or gazing into the off-white walls of my room, and my mind would go somewhere; spiral down a mysterious rabbit hole into what I can only describe as the cosmos. And then as if someone had snapped their figures, I would forget everything (but not the feeling) and be express-couri...
I would be sat in thought, usually in a closet, or gazing into the off-white walls of my room, and my mind would go somewhere; spiral down a mysterious rabbit hole into what I can only describe as the cosmos. And then as if someone had snapped their figures, I would forget everything (but not the feeling) and be express-couri...
Published on December 02, 2021 01:55


