I am incredibly inspired by Canada's governments for coming together to oppose the entirely unfriendly and aggressive Trump Tariffs, an economic warlike attack on their closest ally, neighbour, and friend for 150 years of peace and prosperous co-operation. Trump's sociopathic transactionalism has shown total disregard for anything like civility, diplomacy or mutual respect. This action is even more serious as a cultural signal - America is currently turning back the clock - there are no real friends, just those to be used, crushed, intimidated, forced. It's ugly, and shameful. The impact on tens of thousands of cross-border friendships and community alliances will be large. Canadians are already boycotting American goods. Make no mistake, this Trump war on Canada will put our country into recession, cost tens of thousands of jobs, and cause immense anxiety and sorrow. The way this president was behaving you'd think he'd been hired to destroy the global community of Western nations; indeed.
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.

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