There used to be grammar rules for the summer, just like there used to be grammar rules for writing a sentence in grade seven. The subject had to be down time (no work), a time away from the endless pursuit of money. The action verb could be a canoe trip or other outdoor escapade. The object was re-invigorating time with friends and family; the punctuation was outdoor music and cold cider announced with the seductive tinkling of ice cubes. The COVID-19 pandemic has trashed all of that.
The dead of a Peterborough winter. Snow, slush, grey, wet, bitter cold; all these are the benchmarks of our short days and long nights. Underfoot, gravel, filthy ice, cigarette butts, and frozen dog shit in sedimentary layers pave our buckling sidewalks. Spring sunlight and greenery are all too remote to be imagined. So we retreat […]
Sitting on the patio at the Only on Hunter Street on a warm summer evening, cold drink in hand, indie tunes wafting across Jackson Creek from the Garnet, and a gallery of friendly faces in the crowd, you may be forgiven for concluding that Peterborough is the best small city in Ontario: all around you, […]
[Local/Currents} I approach the speaker’s podium. A hush spreads over the hall. “Please state your name and your address.” I comply. “Thank you. You have seven minutes; you will be given a warning when you have one minute left.” I am about to take part in a ritual that is at once sacred and meaningless: […]