Category Archives: prose sketches

Wed. 16 Apr 2014 ca. 2:30 p.m. North Vancouver District Public Library Is it the patter of rain on a steel roof high above, or the whir of the air conditioning? Rain is falling outside: jewel-drops cling to the fingertips … Continue reading →

Thu. 17 Oct 2013 ca. 1:00 p.m. Confederation Park, Burnaby We’ve just had our lunch at this concrete picnic table: turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce and lettuce, and sharing a can of Sanpellegrino orange pop. It’s a sprawling park, mostly … Continue reading →

Sun. 30 Jun 2013 ca. noon Cates Park A perfect summer day on the great sloping lawn of “little” Cates. Kimmie lies prone with A Game of Thrones on our yellow blanket while boat engines chew aggressively at the water … Continue reading →

Sun. 5 May 2013 ca. 1:30 p.m. Lonsdale Quay Market In the style of Rabelais: We arrived at the quay of the North Vancouverites, where a pedestrian ferry docks and people stream off to visit the waterside market, established in … Continue reading →

Sat. 4 May 2013 ca. 12:30 p.m. Victoria Park The park is surprisingly deserted for a summerlike day: a lone woman has left a bench across the concrete plaza around the cenotaph, hair a rich synthetic copper-chestnut, reading a hardback … Continue reading →

Last week I wrote part of a post about the movie Dead Poets Society, then lost it when something went wrong with the WordPress auto-save feature. So to get myself posting again, here is a sketch from today’s walk in … Continue reading →

Tue. 5 Mar 2013 3:10 p.m. Eternal Salon My back is to the street, but I see the flight of cars past the storefront in the wall-sized mirror behind the glass shelves opposite me. There is a grating purr of … Continue reading →

Sun. 10 Feb 2013 1:00 p.m. Spirit Trail Below Alder Street Touch: my bones against the hard coated steel of the bench; puffs of refrigerated air gusting up the trail; the faint pressure of the sketchbook on my right thigh. … Continue reading →

Fri. 25 Jan 2013 ca. 12:15 p.m. Aboard the Vancouver Beaver Still the insistent squeal of rubber rubbing metal of the dock; but now the doors have snapped shut, the diesel horn has blasted its warning, and the engine has … Continue reading →

Sun. 13 Jan 2013 ca. 1:15 p.m. Park Royal South Back at this same oasis on the concourse of the mall: two planar sofas, two cubic chairs, all occupied by shoppers between missions. Four men, one woman, one of us … Continue reading →