TURTLE
Myra said, “I fall a lot. Inside myself, I mean.” Henry stared. She wondered if he would get it. Probably not. And yet…she leaned...
TURTLE
MORNING
LONGINGS
COLD FISH
THE PLIGHT OF PORCUPINES
CARRYING A BABY
BIRD
SKIN DEEP
THE WAR ZONE
THE BIRD ON THE PLATEAU
LABYRINTH
HUMAN CONDITION
MUSKOKA
CHOCOLATES
HARRIET’S LAST CHANCE
TRIPTYCH
SMALL PEOPLE
JUNE BUGS
REVIVAL
HARRY IS DYING
AN UNSOLVED LIFE