with apologies to Frost and Sandburg I live on the northern side of a border that could become a wall—the longest undefended boundary in the world between two countries. Saner heads will prevail, I keep telling myself, because one of America’s notable poets mused, Something there is / that doesn’t love a wall. Indeed, he […]
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Why We Went to Florida by Glen Sorestad
We went to Florida to find out what all the fuss was about. For most of our lives we’ve heard that in winter Canadians are there everywhere, spread across the beaches, lolling like white manatees on the glistening sands. We’re told they pack all the little bars and watering holes with large flat screen TVs, […]
The Garbage Man by Glen Sorestad
Before I started school, my earliest memories are of the tenement house our family lived in on East Broadway in Vancouver. I remember a man who sometimes visited with my parents. Actually, I don’t really remember so very much about him — face or size or voice — but the surname was Orrie, something sounding […]
An Interview with Glen Sorestad
This week we’re talking to Glen Sorestad, another of our favorite contributors here at Unbroken. We first introduced our readers to Glen’s work in our Issue 4 (July/August 2015) with his vivid piece, Don’t Talk to Strangers. In our Issue 6 (November/December 2015), Glen took us to a rice-farming town in Gueydan, Louisiana, and in our […]
Satsuma Oranges by Glen Sorestad
Enroute from Houma to New Orleans we spot a roadside stand selling Satsuma oranges, so I pull over, stop the vehicle, get out to stretch my legs and have a look. I say to the woman vendor, I didn’t know you grew Satsumas here. Her eyebrows shoot skyward; her expression says: Did you drop in […]