Men made wagers with their judgment, their allegiances, their resources.

Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

Do you know the wish of your heart?" - The Darkest Road

I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve.

Men made wagers with their judgment, their allegiances, their resources.

My youngest brother had a wonderful schtick from some time in high school, through to graduating medicine. He had a card in his wallet that read, ‘If I am found with amnesia, please give me the following books to read …’ And it listed half a dozen books where he longed to recapture that first glorious sense of needing to find out ‘what happens next’ … the feeling that keeps you up half the night. The feeling that comes before the plot’s been learned.

We are all shaped by where we grow up, though that shaping takes different forms. I dont think theres any doubt that coming of age in Winnipeg both opened my eyes and made me hungry - if I can subvert all claims to be a real writer by mixing metaphors like that.