Homecallings (by Cecilia Hutchinson, nee: Cutler) Oh the joy of university life when, at 16, I left my parents home and moved into residence at Memorial University. Every day for the first month, girls would line up to use the one phone provided in the lobby and we would call home. Home calling, calling home,…

Home (by Cecilia Hutchinson) Home The first time I left, I missed The sound Of constant rolling waves Breaking on the shore The sound of the sea Only to discover Joy Within the embrace of Salt sea mist Welcoming my return. Intervening years taught me that Water Surrounds us wherever we live Rain, mist, fog…

Prairie Girl? (by Cecilia Hutchinson) I was born surrounded by water, Lived on an island off an island. Didn’t feel Donne’s connectedness, Didn’t feel part of the main. From my father’s boat Vast water stretched endless. Everest waves rolled us, Carried us from island to island. Always water. Through the lament of retching, Rolling with…