Volume 21, Number 122, August/September 2018 Favours Received by Judith Ouellette Bezaire
I ask myself how much of this story is memory. How much is myth? How much, mysterious miracle? The bus route I speak of was not well-established. The tourniquet, never kept. The true order of things in my seven-year-old, age-of-reason mind undetermined. But the details in the black and white snapshot are the evidence of the greater truth discovered.
Volume 21, Number 120, April/May 2018 The Ring by Marlene Ritchie
Lester Smith was a heavy-set man in his sixties, a confirmed bachelor we believed. He was a regular at our auction house. Though he was only five feet six, I could always spot him in the room since the aroma of Tide emanated from his denim bib coveralls.
Bernice walked like Jerry Lewis. She hunched forward like Groucho Marx. Her eyes, even with the aid of bottle-bottom glasses, lacked depth perception and she bumped into everything, including her fellow students in the halls of North Bay Teachers’ College where I was a student.
Military wreaths, earned crowns for our blessed laid to rest,
Committed combatants, notable exploits, recalled to mind,
Our brave went to fight the good fight, gave their very best!
Many, supreme sacrifice paid, freedom in Canada, we find.