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At the harbour, where island boys gather to trade cigarettes and obscenities, where trawler-men unload, the slow ferry docks and I come home. I climb the lane past stubborn cottages shouldered against the sea, to her house, my house now.  The door moans and the fire, long dead, is slow to answer.  That first night, I sleep downstairs among her…

As our little boat puttered towards the iceberg he said, “It’s like it’s been carved.” “A little bigger than any human carving,” I said. I tried to sound bored, as if I had seen it out fishing every day. “By giants, then. Or aliens, or something. But you know what I mean. Look at the way the ice is curved….

It’s surprising how much light the moon and the snow make between them when you need the outhouse in the blackness of a Nova Scotia winter and it’s good, because the cold beauty distracts you from the fact that you have to sit on the cold plastic seat attached too tight with screws splitting the wood so it will always shift a…

Say that you’re kissing a strange girl. Yes, things like that do happen. Say that you’d gone to a bar, you’d drunk even more than usual, say that you hadn’t gone along with your colleagues this time, remembering your wife sneering as you picked up your briefcase: “Do all these meetings have to end up in a strip joint? Couldn’t…