Our new canoe

photo by E Grummisch

.perfectly aligned.

i love you sir

Today belongs to Greta Garbo.

My favorite very very distant relative.

amazing play

because this may be the only time i get to play a character named old whore. please come see The Good Woman of Setzuan.
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For more info or ticktets:http://www.twu.ca/sites/theatre/

hungry deer, giving grandpa

too young

wish i could have been there.

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age gap.

Whu are you Hubert?

Hubert the crawlspace monkey was a gift from my uncle to my mother as a child. He spent many years in the crawlspace and is finally out and enjoying a normal stuffed animal life.

copycats and flattery

One shot from out Sonny and Cher adventure.

in a perfect world...

When I age I would be just like my Grandma Annie. This is a more than usually snowy year ---
this morning - at age 91 - my Grandma shovel'd all of the sidewalk in front of her house.

ode to a crow

I saw your insides on the pavement


I drove by your skull split in two.


I wondered what your last thoughts were


before your feathers came unglued.
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Crow Bride by Kelly Haigh

check out more of her work at

http://www.dollinthefamily.com/

power

power power and more power. 2 of 5

explode

cisco

Tartuffe

This October I have the honour of being in a very wonderful comedy.
It is called Tartuffe.
Here are some little moments from our publicity shoot.

All photos by Mike Rathjen

dear beet eaters

an unfinished letter from my childhood

Dear Beat eater,

Beet eaters are nice. Beet --

some things will remain unfinished

Butcher Blues

I've got these voices that just keep sing out, I just can't stop loosing control, I said that I just can't stop loosing control

the love affair continues

With Tim Walker

My chest hurts. It feels like a whole bunch of animals are going to jump out of it and run around, only to come back in when they are bored. Which reminded me a diddle I wrote once.

there’s a tiger in my mouth
He hides inside my bedroom,
Until I go to sleep.
But when I breathe in through my mouth,
That tiger takes a leap.
He stays in there for a day,
He grips onto my tongue,
He growls at all the passers by
It isn’t very fun!
The passers by, they yell at me
And beat me black and blue.
When he hops out, he thinks were friends.
He doesn’t have a clue.
As mad as I am at my tiger –
I still love him so.
Because he is my bestest friend,
I’ll never let him go.

.thanks for boobs.

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when one of my nephews -who will

remain unnamed- was three he

loved touching boobs. eventually

my sister decided he was getting

a little bit old to be touching boobs.

so she told him it had to stop

and he cried:

"but I like boobs"

"because they're squishy"

we all like boobs don't we?

so because we couldn't

get a raffle licence:

This will just remain

an ode to boobs, their owners

and everybody else who

appreciates them.

-silly raffle licences-

boobsboobs

the first blog. the least words.
Image of the day.

Photograher: Tim Walker