by andrewkooman on July 28, 2010
The following is part of the back story I developed for the narrator in my short story “Mephibosheth“. Birk Sproxton, who led the creative writing class at the Red Deer College in 2002 (where said story emerged) gave us a character assignment to generate a life for the narrator and to write a story in [...]
by andrewkooman on July 28, 2010
Here’s a video with a bit of the background information about how “Mephibosheth” came to be as a story, with a short tribute to the late Birk Sproxton, a Canadian writer many of us miss. Read “Mephibosheth” here. Read the back-story material Andrew discussed in the video.
by andrewkooman on July 19, 2010
Was happy to receive the new issue (in English) of Eye See Magazine in the mail today. An article I wrote, “Reflections on My Time Spent with Burmese Refugees in Malaysia” was featured in the latest issue. Order your copy today to support the magazine. The magazine gives 1/4 of all profits toward a clean [...]
by andrewkooman on July 14, 2010
No one doubts that an ordinary man can get on with this world: but we demand not strength enough to get on with it, but strength enough to get it on. Can he hate it enough to change it, and yet love it enough to think it worth changing? Can he look up at its [...]
by andrewkooman on July 14, 2010
Read the article by Mark Weber of the Red Deer Express
by andrewkooman on July 11, 2010
Missed and loved and shining brightly in our memory. This year was not the same without you. An interview with Molly. A poem of celebration.
by andrewkooman on July 9, 2010
The smell of coffee. Pages steeped and hung to dry. A strung out hands on process. I’m making another set of my handcrafted collection of poetry God/he. I enjoy the process. It’s timely, reflective. It makes me thankful for one of the many things that trees give. For the privilege of belief. For the weight [...]
by andrewkooman on July 2, 2010
I’m reading through Orthodoxy again. It’s a habit I can’t quite kick. What we suffer from to-day is humility in the wrong place. Modesty has moved from the organ of ambition. Modesty has settled upon the organ of conviction; where it was never meant to be. A man was meant to be doubtful about himself, [...]