Alison Garwood Jones

Out of the woods

Originally published in April 2015 in Blog

ildegard walked the forest in a squeaking body of armor. Her chest plate was bronze and had dings from all the arrows that had tried to pierce her heart, but never made it. Her waist was tiny and bound by a wide leather belt fringed with hard studs designed to keep hands off. Her long […]

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The gambler

Originally published in April 2015 in Blog

Back in the fall of 1999, this quote by Richard Ford in The Globe and Mail seemed important enough to scribble down. Translation: it rocked my little whitebread world which, true to form, consisted of Enya, getting lost in Kenny G’s mane, Mac matte lipstick and a shiny black Nissan Pathfinder. “My view of writers […]

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He wants YOU

Originally published in April 2015 in Blog

When winter leaves, Canadians, for the first time in months, can take their hands out of our pockets, straighten their shoulders and look up. No need to act like battering rams against the cold. The dog park is one of the first places I go to celebrate the glowing effects of the earth’s new position. […]

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