Tag Archives: Angus MacCaull

Dementia

In some heavens, there are pear trees chopping themselves down because there are no bees and the soil is thin. At times they laugh and stack themselves into lucid piles of wood. Angus MacCaull lives in Nova Scotia, where he … Continue reading

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Border Crossing

We packed the U-Haul. Small furniture and electronics. Seasonal clothing. A toy gun that showed up one Halloween—so much more than anybody could carry. At the border, we sat in the dull light of the station while Dad unpacked everything … Continue reading

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