The easy part Friday evening and late leaving is not the best way to finish the work week. Certainly it had not been my intention to be late because, waiting at my apartment, my newest girlfriend, Sheilagh, was waiting and we were eager to fulfill the promised requirements of a 'date night'. On the phone, she had sounded a little

The Teachings

Excerpted from; Achermann, JH. (2011) The Teachings: Two centuries of confusion. JABA 127(4):6-9. Much has been made of 'The Teachings' over the previous two centuries, but the truth of the matter is that, despite more incisive research in the past 50 years, the historical context of the manuscript – much less, the identity of 'the

Night Job

“Mickey?” “Yeah.” “It's Spencer.” “What do you want?” In the telephone booth, bathed in the scant light of a single, ceiling bulb, Spencer turned away from the street as a police cruiser rolled past and lit a cigarette. Lowering his fedora, the smoke slithered from his mouth and, through


Chrissie awoke with a scream strangled in her throat and, already before being fully awake, rising to sitting and her arms flailing defensively in the air before her face. Her eyes, made wide and round by the night-terror, glinted in the darkness with the spare moonlight that leaked through the shades leaving the room tinted in blue-grey.


Growing up I was seventeen and, on a bitterly cold, bright and clear winter day, my father took Red out to the back of the property and shot him. It is as clear to me now, many years later, as it was then. The day was one of those that you find only in the north. At the time, we were living in Portage La Prairie, Manitoba – later, we

Times change

Musical doldrums As much as we are all different, it is my personal conviction that the majority of us have numerous commonalities which unite the weekly or monthly courses of our respective lives. My evidence for this is simply observational: when I go to the corner store to buy cigarettes, sharing a pleasantry with the young fellow who seems

Wisdom I & II

Wisdom (capitolo primo) The horse's hooves fell heavily on the forest bed, thundering, and driven by an impatient rider through the dismal grey afternoon while the trees, similarly grey and nondescript, seemed to carry nary a lark or sparrow willing to show its voice. Presently, the horse, foaming, raced into the camp in a protected hollow and

Still alive

A stroke must be, at least, when it does not – mercifully? - deprive the life, a terrible thing to endure, leaving, as it does, the victim struggling against greater or lesser brain damage due to the haemorrhage and, a body made unbalanced, clumsy and resistant. I have recently encountered such a person – a man of, perhaps, my own