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.

Nasty Emails and Pleasant Families

Posted on December 21, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

I went out of the bush today at 2pm, having spent the morning letting the fire go out and packing what I needed. Crossing the stream was easier than I thought, with the garbage bags wrapped around my feet and … Continue reading →

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Getting Wet in the Winter

Posted on December 20, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

You wouldn’t think that a shower in the icy cold greenhouse would be that nice, but I thought again today how it was at least as pleasant as other showers I have had in the UK, for instance, where the … Continue reading →

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The Changes in a Person

Posted on December 19, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

The night is very still. Outside the sky is clear for the first time since I arrived nearly, and the stars are brilliant and plenteous. My water supply is still largely due to the rain and snow that came off … Continue reading →

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A Stormy Day with the Mad Trapper

Posted on December 18, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

The storm the radio had been threatening me with came last night. It began yesterday afternoon, but when I woke this morning there was at least seven inches of snow on the ground, which means travel is slightly more difficult. … Continue reading →

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The Palimpsest that is Our Lives

Posted on December 17, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

I was listening to the radio today before I got out of bed and it was one of those days of poor reception. I was tuned to CBC in the foreground of the transmission, while in the background, for all … Continue reading →

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News From Beyond the Cabin

Posted on December 16, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

I was up late last night, listening to some music on my mp3 player and feeding the fire. It was chilly by comparison, and when I checked the water barrel I have outside, it had a centimeter of ice on … Continue reading →

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Settling into the Cabin

Posted on December 15, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

Today seemed to breeze past. I woke four or five times in the night to put wood on the fire; the last time was likely around seven or eight in the morning when I built up the fire, went back … Continue reading →

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Writing and Editing in the Woods

Posted on December 14, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

I must be getting used to waking at night to feed the fire, for it is automatic enough now that I cannot count the next day how many times I rose in the night. Last night I had a fire … Continue reading →

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First Night in the Cabin

Posted on December 13, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

I guess last night was my first night in the cabin alone in the winter, if we disregard that frantic time in November when I was building the shack quickly enough that I could sleep in it instead of my … Continue reading →

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In the Cabin in the Winter

Posted on December 12, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

I am in the cabin now, after thinking about being here for so long. I spend a fair amount of time thinking about what being in the cabin will be like, and reality rarely lives up to what actually happens, … Continue reading →

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