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.

Working in the Rain

Posted on May 11, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

Soon I will have been here for a month, although it seems like less than that. I feel as though I am drifting. Maybe I should make a list of things I want to accomplish here. That way I know … Continue reading →

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Another Rainy Day

Posted on May 10, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

Today was another rainy day, so I stuck close to home. I worked on the second garden plot, digging at the pond and tearing up sods and moving those to cover the pin cherry sticks. I brought a bucket of … Continue reading →

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Muck in the Garden

Posted on May 9, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

It was chilly this morning so I waited for a bit of sun before I ate my breakfast outside. I didn’t want to have a fire, since it was likely going to warm up, so I opened the windows between … Continue reading →

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Quiet in the Cabin

Posted on May 8, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

Surprisingly, I took a while to get to sleep, but when I did I slept well and with a few interruptions, right until eleven in the morning. Once I was finally out of bed, and it was chilly in the … Continue reading →

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Dean Koontz’s Innocence

Posted on May 7, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

Dean Koontz’s Innocence likely deserves or at least should be subject to, a mention of some kind. It was so vividly told, and with such evocative imagery, that I expected more from it than a hackneyed Eden story. The magic … Continue reading →

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Back in the Bush

Posted on May 7, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

I dropped by Millville on the way to the bush and stayed there quite late, setting up a Saturday trip to Houlton, Maine, and how I would come out tomorrow. When I got to the land it was pitch dark, … Continue reading →

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Sunny Days, in Some Ways

Posted on May 1, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

April 30 I came back to the bush today. I was late getting in, since I had stopped at Dennis’ to collect my inverter I’d left with him for the winter. Unfortunately, he didn’t know where it had been stored … Continue reading →

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Working in the Bush

Posted on April 30, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

I was asleep by eleven last night and dreamt of people I won’t be seeing for a while. This morning I lay in bed and then got up to start a fire. Soon I was warm and setting up the … Continue reading →

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The Righting of a Hollow Tree

Posted on April 29, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

I had a dream a few nights ago that I was standing before a huge fallen tree, some sixteen metres in width and hollow, with a bemused expression on my face. In my dream I was wondering how I could … Continue reading →

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In the Cabin

Posted on April 25, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

The flight to the land really begins with my last day in town. I had to input some grades and then a number of people wanted to see me, so I organized Jackie just after I dealt with my grades … Continue reading →

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