None This Tide / Nor Any Tide

November 2022

My Boy Jack, by Rudyard Kipling

“Have you news of my boy Jack?”
Not this tide.
“When d’you think that he’ll come back?”
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide …

Top photo: Newfoundland National War Memorial; above: sculptor Basil Grotto with caribou memorial statue

Carl’s Places: A Map, by Katie Vautour

Each morning, Carl pokes his fluffy grey head through the rails of the staircase for a quick scratch before bounding downstairs for an always-exciting breakfast of both wet and dry…

From the Magazine Excerpt

Woody Point: Doing it the Write Way

BY Newfoundland Quarterly Magazine (Print)

IF IT WAS purely artistic, with no connection to the community, it wouldn’t work.

Q & A

Emily Hepditch – Drawn to the Gothic

At university you studied linguistics, psychology, and criminology. That sounds like a scholastic blueprint for writing Gothic literature. Was that in your mind even then? And why Gothic? I think…