My Arrhythmia Still Interferes: A Poem*

He wanted to speak telepathically but our arrhythmias muddled the signals. The sky at an impasse. Dark clouds heavy as an anvil but dazzling where they broke, backlit by the sun. I glanced at him sideways. Dark hair curling around his ears, a peppering of stubble...

My Great Uncle, The Poet

You probably have a legend in your family. A relative you may have never met, but whose story is important and has been passed down to you. This young man is my Uncle Gab. He was made an RCAF Sargeant in December 1940, and was killed in a training accident over...