Posts in Memoire
One Leg, No Name

The night was cold and still, dark save for the lights that lined the empty streets.  The moon hung its heavy head low in the sky like a watching vagrant.  The automatic glass door at the entrance slid open as we arrived.  A man in a ragged denim jacket with long knotted black hair well below his shoulders stood in the corner closest to the sliding door staring at calling cards.  His beard grew long and thick and greyed in streaks across his face.  He held no expression, but there was a weight to his tired eyes.  They were too familiar.  I felt like I’d known him from somewhere, but I wasn’t sure where. 

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One Blood

On October 31st, 2010, I hovered my heavy head above a toilet at Famous Players and waited for my stomach to rest, trying to block out the images of the Asian girl cut in half by a power saw as everyone in the theatre laughed.  On October 31st, 2010, thousands of miles away, Iraqi Catholics of the Our Lady of Deliverance Church in Baghdad were shot at, maimed and mutilated by grenades, ball bearings and shrapnel – men, women and children alike, by men who thought these people were less than animals. 

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Street Doctor

One of the most memorable characters I’d encountered on Toronto's streets was a portly brown man I’d met on the corner of Queen and Sherbourne, right outside the Maxwell-Meighen men’s shelter in downtown Toronto, in late November of 2016.  A thick black moustache hugged the man’s upper lip and down the sides of his round face, spotted in stubble.   A slight hopeless smile graced his lips and heavy eyes. 

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