Join us on Wednesday, September 11, on CBC Radio’s The Signal with host Adam Walsh – we’ll be chatting about our fall issue, Swift Sails, Fearful Wrecks (publishing next week!) and drawing for our subscription prize, Jean Claude Roy’s gorgeous painting, No Straight Lines. Still a bit of time to renew your subscription or gift and get your ticket in.
This is an excerpt of Paul Whittle’s story A Sketch of Stephen. The story is part of a new collection released by Breakwater Books called Best Kind. The collection features…
I’M NOT SURE who first referred to them as the “Dear Old” Southside Hills, or if anyone still calls them that. Possibly the name went out of fashion when the huge oil tanks were built. But the nickname seems to have stuck for a while in the early 1900s, a curious term of affection for the imposing hillside that gives shape to St. John’s Harbour.
Suddenly ripples started appearing on the large screen, like you see on the surface on of a pond at the beginning of a downpour. On two of the smaller screens the tide tugged unfurled waves back out into the bay; another showed mint-coloured lichen on a grey rock; a third played water gurgling in and out of a tide pool. I could feel the bunny-rabbit thump of blood coursing through my heart and it was correlating with the steady tick in the soundscape.