Author Archives: Barry Pomeroy

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.

Maria Fernanda

Posted on May 22, 2017 by Barry Pomeroy

This morning I woke to a dream that upon rising I soon forgot. It involved a number of other people but I’m not sure if they were people I met traveling or strangers from Winnipeg. The dream faded as we … Continue reading →

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Lunch with some Chileans

Posted on May 21, 2017 by Barry Pomeroy

Although we were both tired this morning, we roused ourselves, looking forward to meeting with the Chileans Silvio had befriended from the tourist rest area. We drove north wondering where their town was, and although we were aiming for Caldera, … Continue reading →

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The Guard Dog

Posted on May 20, 2017 by Barry Pomeroy

This morning we woke around nine and then had a leisurely breakfast while trucks rolled by and windmills turned lazily in the distance. By the time we were nearly ready to go, Silvio was outside chatting with an older couple … Continue reading →

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Lunch in La Serena with Argentines

Posted on May 19, 2017 by Barry Pomeroy

This morning I woke early, and soon Silvio was telling me he was waiting until I was awake. I wanted to put up a blog post so that people would know that I had come back to the land of … Continue reading →

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Driving North to Socos

Posted on May 18, 2017 by Barry Pomeroy

I slept like the dead last night, although Silvio shifted around in the night. There was the noise from trucks and the gas station, but after we’d eaten I was so fried that I persevered. This morning we woke late, … Continue reading →

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The Arrival

Posted on May 17, 2017 by Barry Pomeroy

The flights felt much longer than they did years ago. I was in the Mexico City airport for seven hours, and I was tired already by that point. I persevered, however, and finally managed, by using each device I brought, … Continue reading →

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Going to the North with Silvio – Chile

Posted on May 16, 2017 by Barry Pomeroy

I’ve never been a huge fan of research before traveling. When I first went overseas, to the Cook Islands, the other Canadian volunteer had read what white said about brown until he had some very strange ideas about island culture. … Continue reading →

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Animals in the Cities

Posted on March 4, 2017 by Barry Pomeroy

Most of our cities, however hostile to animal life, have some hardy species who survive and even thrive amongst us. Perhaps the cockroach, mice and rats come immediately to mind, and then after a moment’s reflection, the raccoon and squirrel, … Continue reading →

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I Don’t Need to Change, I Need to Change the World Around Me

Posted on February 26, 2017 by Barry Pomeroy

Although modern urban societies promote tolerance for the most part, there is a vocal minority who insist that they are entitled to more tolerance than others. Those of us who have read George Orwell’s Animal Farm recognize this logic. We … Continue reading →

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Memory

Posted on January 29, 2017 by Barry Pomeroy

I’ve been thinking about memory lately for the latest project that I am working on and it occurs to me that memory loss leaves very real and recognizable tracks, although they might not be what we expect. I tried to … Continue reading →

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