presents a basic happy history and mystery of ANGELS from early times
to now times using Helene Lacelle's original, illustrations and Peter
book called HUMAN ANIMALS focusses on Sir Charles GD Roberts' animal
stories, the 'Father of Canadian Literature'. ROBERTS originated stories
that treat animals with brains and feelings not unlike ours.
Lacelle's fascination with fashion magazines and the pretty people
who pop-ulate them, has led her to create a comic-strip style book,
based on nothing but how words sound and how serious some people take
is a delightful
book of little stories for big minds illustrating
the concerns of Mother Nature's creatures such
as gnats, queen bees, frogs, toads, spiders, bees, drones,
owls, hawks and so on.
POETRY OF PAYNE
- A PARIS POEM -
wasn't me that night perhaps it wasn't you. We were in Paris that much
is true. Perhaps as we stood by that tower happilly embracing in a soft
summer shower as we skipped laughter and coins across that rain dappled
river, that Seine didn't capture me.
disappeared like magic. Perhaps it wasn't really me or really you. But
I do know that the sparks from all those Paris matches and all those
Paris lights, couldn't outshine the tiny flames we briefly held between
year we ask creative Canadians to contribute a page or two (yes weve
had so many two page stories that we felt expanding it would be an option
for the contributors.) So next year if you have a story that needs to
be longer than one page, you got two.
Poetry of PAYNE
Thomas Payne has been writing most of his adult life. For the past 8
years he's been living in an alley off Queen St. West in Toronto 'the
homeless capital of Canada'
monies made from this book go directly to ROB
sad, humourous tale of redemption, pain, affection, life and near death
as the homeless struggle to live in the timeless street of big city,
DEWI - words: MARCO POLO
he never spoke in words, he spoke in writings. He started to leave these
pencil and pen thoughts in my mailbox and sometimes I'd return his thoughts
with mine for him to pick up.
real name he never uttered to me as he walked by my home on Hurdman
Rd. When I said hello he lifted his head his plastered dirty hair never
left his head - totally not messable glued forever to his skull, his
lived alone in the woods by the riverside. He seldom, if ever, talked
to anyone. I set out to say hello and to chat with him and to give him
things that I thought he could use in his igloo shaped home hidden in
POETRY OF HUNGER
night at the Mission I had dreams on the mat laid on the concrete floor.
My hands were my pillow and I cupped them to hold my head higher than
my shoulders so that I could sleep and perchance not dream.
that do little more than remind me of the mistakes I made along the
tarmack of my life.
last night I remained far away from the dark deep abyss of despair and
only saw the beautiful face of her.
long ago in class smiled and laughed with me after school and before
she went home to her life that only enlarged and me to mine that only
a delightful book for children of all ages about the necessity of accepting
who you are and where you come from. Author Natania Abebe believes
it is vital for children to understand the importance of love and family
but also to accept their true selves. . -