The Dancing Waters of Tbilisi
On some evenings, after the seminars and lectures were finished, Meg Freer and I would explore the sights and sounds of Tbilisi. Just at...
The Power of a Place
It’s the kind of place you would never know was there. The kind of place you only stumble upon by accident while meandering around back...
Georgian Wine and Hospitality
We were kept busy during our two weeks at the Summer literary Seminars in Tbilisi. Each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning there were...
Stalin’s Underground Printing Press
This samizdat (underground) press was the only one literally underground, 15 metres beneath an old house in the Avlabari district of...
Yes, there were writing workshops!
The Snapshots section on this site includes photos of me and Bob reading, but so far I’ve written nothing about the main reason we were...
Blues Without Borders
As the Summer Literary Seminar participants walked through the streets of Tbilisi on our way to Writers House for morning workshops,...
Note on a popular Canadian Export
One day, while Meg and I were having coffee in a favourite Tbilisi cafe, we met an artist from Russia in her early thirties and struck up...
......and then I met a Georgian poet
On the morning of July 14th, I was doing some work on my laptop at a table in the beautiful back gardens of The Writers' House of...
