Bells of Lisle sur Tarn
Quiet evening, old bell calls. Wood here bends to the trusting weight of stone. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Quiet evening, old bell calls. Wood here bends to the trusting weight of stone. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Look out to Exploits, the sun setting at your back. Stay with me. It’s yours. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Hold the book, let your eyes run. There are worlds in here — lift them from the page. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Rocker-bottom pot rattles and rolls, the morning percussed by oatmeal. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
A dead whale and man and his crackie complain about the cost of things. A truck coughs down Marine Drive. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
In 2016, Monica Kidd and her family spent a month at their cabin in the Bay of Exploits. Busy working on a novel at the time, her father-in-law challenged her to write a story about the capelin fishery instead. He was upset that the capelin hadn’t rolled that year, there were no whales, and there…
Missing my babies from way down in Antarctica. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING