Author Archives: David

It’s Time: A new website is in the works.

Erm…when am I??!!

This is a familiar exclamation that I chuckle to myself these days. When I see a friend for the first time in years, or their kid has grown like a weed into a whole new person over a mere week, or I think back on the death of a friend only four short years ago…when am I!? Day of the week, month, even year…sometimes it’s hard to grapple with the slippery passage of time.

It’s not that I’ve been hit on the head (though if I had a concussion, would I remember?!); my …

Surprise pop-up newsletter: Afterwords Japan.

Want to join a new daily newsletter from my unpublished time in Japan? Of course you do. It will run ephemerally from May 7-31, 2022. Get full details and subscribe HERE.

This grand pop-up newsletter experiment is titled: Afterwords Japan: Through the Torii Gate.

What in the world is a pop-up newsletter, you ask? Well, it’s a newsletter that will disappear once it’s done.

Intersections newsletter: A fresh start.

Big news! Edition number one of my rebooted newsletter is in the wild!

It has been redesigned (for simplicity), renamed (Intersections), and rebooted (the counter is back to zero for a fresh start). This is the heart of where I’ll be pouring my creative efforts over the next while.

I’ve moved to a new service for sending and managing these: Buttondown. It’s run by a team of one and is stripped down to the basics, making it perfect for what a newsletter should be about: writing…

Little house on the lake.

Every winter a blanket of snow settles on Manitoba. Any lingering snowbirds swiftly point themselves southwards and most warm blooded creatures delve into the deepest burrows they can muster. A rare few venture out to establish themselves on the bleak landscape, in pursuit of the cold blood that lurks beneath their feet. Walking on water, they hunt with an auger and a fishing rod.

Each hunter carefully chooses a spot on the frozen expanse that is Lake Winnipeg and,…

Artist residency: Two types of pause.

Life has a certain way of gaining momentum. We choose a direction and then keep our heads down as we move forward, trying to keep our feet beneath us while navigating through a chaotically complex world. Any orienteer worth their salt knows that this sort of approach is a surefire way to get lost, whether in the woods or on the divergent paths each of us individually walk from birth to death.

Our internal compasses need to be recalibrated from time to time; honed back in …