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Posts Tagged ‘Robert Kilborn’

The Garden Of Earthly Delights

By Robert Kilborn

There Is No God But God

By Robert Kilborn

An Animal Of No Significance

By Robert Kilborn

The Party At The End Of The World

By Robert Kilborn

The girl in the white camisole escapes death

By Robert Kilborn And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon. And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world. —Revelation 12: 7-9

Rogues, damaged idealists, and neo-frootloopians

TrumpCruzRubio: A creature made of orangutan hair and mafia eyebrows   The Next President   Words by Robert Kilborn Images by Anthony Jenkins

The Triple-Headed God

By Robert Kilborn

The Triggering Effect

By Robert Kilborn They had equipped the room with cookies, colouring books, bubbles, Play-Doh, calming music, pillows, blankets and a video of frolicking puppies. They had sealed the windows and softened the lights. Students and staff members trained to deal with trauma stood in a row. The trauma coordinator glanced at her watch. No one […]

Fiction

  By Robert Kilborn   DREAM WITH BIRDS, CLOUDS AND WATER   I met my friend Roger Stille the dancer on an early August afternoon when Montreal had reached that peak summer moment of sultry-humid, close, airless stillness, when its streets are like fissures in a ripe persimmon about to burst. For a month, nothing seems […]

Step out smartly into Spring

By Robert Kilborn Monsieur Jean Clieze, an official of the province of Québec’s Ministère des Marches Ridicules, and a notorious flâneur, steps into Spring. In Montreal, we are well known for our joie de flâner, and for our smartly turned out flâneurs. You begin to notice them in spring, when the red buds of the […]

The Painter of Modern Life

  By Robert Kilborn It was my friend Margaret van Dyck the painter who told me about the Chinese artist who, when a patron visited him in his studio to buy a painting, would without looking up from his work gesture towards the finished canvases leaning against the studio walls. And then, when his patron […]