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I'm from a small sleepy city, Cornwall Ontario, on the great St Lawrence River. An hour from Montreal Quebec.

I'm a fan of Ernesto Hemingway, Dylan ballads and El Che.
"Messenger", by Tea Party is a more current song favorite.

I like economical Am. spelling over the British. E-mail messaging is leading a way to simple, clear writing.

Been reading a number of books on international intervention lately and tried merging some of these concerns into a regular short story.

  • Last seen on Oct 29 8:08 AM. Member since June 22.
  • I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 65 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "You've got to login to logout".
  • I am a man (Canada)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm maybe retyping or looking for an employable occupation..
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  • She stood waiting in the center of the arena. In the clutching humidity. While the congregated revelers turned slowly around her. When she saw him emerge from a small group in differing tartans. Each unique tartan sett identi
    713 lines, August 28. In 600-2000 words
  • Seven of the runners took their positions along the curved line at the bottom of the 100 yard dash. The longest race of the day began where
    1172 lines, August 27. In 600-2000 words
  • She turns from the sidewalk into the driveway just as she has done all week. Her lunch in a plastic bag in one hand. In heavy work boots fo
    655 lines, August 25. In 600-2000 words

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  • Highland Games at storywrite
    She stood waiting in the center of the arena. In the clutching humidity. While the congregated revelers turned slowly around her. When she saw him emerge from a small group in differing tartans. Each unique tartan sett identi
  • The 2 Mile at storywrite
    Seven of the runners took their positions along the curved line at the bottom of the 100 yard dash. The longest race of the day began where the shortest one ended. At twice the length of the race closest to it in distance. Be
  • The Dots Across Her Nose at storywrite
    She turns from the sidewalk into the driveway just as she has done all week. Her lunch in a plastic bag in one hand. In heavy work boots for a slender girl. Not that they slow her down any. She has a natural light step to her

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