I Dreamed I Met Justin Trudeau

Last night I dreamed I met Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in an almost empty Winnipeg Hudson’s Bay building. I explained a problem about needing new shoes for my feet, one real, one fake. I wanted real shoes, perhaps not as fancy as his, but leather white-collar shoes, black, brown, no matter. Not sandals, not sneakers, not running shoes, not Blundstones, not hiking boots, please.  Loafers or oxfords didn’t matter so much as the fit and the price. Justin wanted to help, so first we had to find the right floor, which wasn’t hard because we were on it, but couldn’t find a clerk or any shoes that might be suitable along side the dimly lit aisles.  He said “I don’t carry cash, so I can’t give you the money to try somewhere else. Sorry.” He walked away with his security detail catching up, walking down the stairs to the Mezzanine, where I lost sight of them.

Come to the “Lame Is…” Cabaret!

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow’s good thing iswas theatre, preparing for the “Lame is…” cabaret. The good people; the whole company of 24 or more, in rehearsal. Big nights are next week Friday and Saturday. There’s a “pay what you can” matinee on Saturday afternoon. I’m making my adult stage debut as a sit-down comic. Come watch. I’m giving up poetry, to be a laughing man, playing the fool, a role I’ve prepared for all my life. Will I fall on my face? Will I Stand Tall, come and see, but it’s really not all about me, there is a whole company of players that will keep you in stitches! Ahem.

Victor Enns reads and writes poetry and fiction. Afghanistan Confessions, poems in the voice of Canadian soldiers, was published in 2014, boy in 2012. Lucky Man (2005) was nominated for the McNally Robinson Manitoba Book of the Year award.