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

Non-Fiction

The Music Man

BY Christa Shelley

Emerging from the crowd, I see the accordion player sitting on a folding chair. It is planted in a spot of sun on the downtown sidewalk. Following the movement of passersby, his body swivels in his chair, arms flapping. He offers his music and eye contact to every passing pedestrian.