Put C on the train this morning ... she's gone to a conference in London (Ontario) for three days while I stay behind to paint the dining room. Hmmm. Among the ton of stuff I moved out of the way on the weekend was a box full of all our published work, including this chapbook C put out in 2005 with Black Bile Press. True to form, it's a collection about characters who are unmistakably tough, sharp and female.
People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
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