TALES FROM GIMLI’S WATERFRONT CENTRE back to 2018 REVISED
March, 17, 2025
what I’m trying to say is there are moments my brain seizes up completely, not willing to leap anymore synaptic gaps, these moments often accompanied by a blank stare and a complete inability to choose anything, like, always backing up.
These socks. Why these socks. Socks. Why socks at all, why capital letters why sentences. Just stoop. uh. stop? But why socks? Ok no socks now what about feet those are still attached hard not to take them or better they take you where you are going. Wait a minute. I have a prosthesis Don’t need feet, got my wheelchair, my buddy my body and my back is doing crunches not authorized by the physio,
I want a stretcher like my mother had in her basement, that you grasped with your hands over head and with your feet stretched out under the other end; this apartment has just enough room.
I heard somebody explain the size of our elevator doubling as a service elevator say for moving, was actually there to accommodate stretchers and paramedics, or the mortician from Bardal.
SELLING ALWAYS BREATHE IN KELOWNA AND ELSEWHERE.
I have just submitted my book Always Breathe to the buyer at Mosaic Books in Kelowna. They have become my favourite indie bookstore in the Okanagan, I’M NOT JUST SAYING THAT. I can actually get there from where we live, whether in my power wheelchair, or accessible van. I did a big book buy when the retail taxes where lifted.
This is me in front of
Mosaic Books.
I will also check with The McNally’s stores in Winnipeg and ask them as well. It’s a well known fact. The number one reason books sell, because they are on the shelf in bookstores. Yes, the stores look more and more like a page filled with “Buy with 1-click” buttons, but that was and is under the evil Jeff Bezos. I try to avoid the Amazon retailer.
Always Breathe, (Aka My Book) will be available for purchase next week, retail price is $20. It is more than my new poetry collection. There are actual sentences and paragraphs and my favourite “He was the kind of guy” sayings. The one I’ve noticed is repeated more than twice “He was the kind of guy who thought the weight of the world was on his shoulders: until he checked, and it was his suspenders holding up the weight of his pants.