Within the last five years, Leanne Dyck has been published in Island Writer, Kaleidoscope, Canadian Stories, Icelandic Connection and Island Gals magazines. In 2014, Leanne's play, Lean on a Gulf Islander, was selected to be staged for a Mayne Island audience.
Leanne Dyck has been published in the following
Island Writer: the literary journal of Vancouver Island and the Gulf Islands
"Because She Believed In Me" (short story) (2009)
"Take Note" (short story) (2010)
"Meet A Canadian Designer" (essay) (2003)
"A Visit to a LYS: Bullock Lake Farm Bed & Breakfast, Salt Spring Island, British Columbia" (essay) (2007)
Kaleidoscope: exploring the experience of disability through literature and the fine arts
"If Not For Her" (short story) (2011)
Canadian Stories: a literary folk magazine written by or about Canadians
"Christmas Angels on Salt Spring Island" (short story) (2012)
"Something Good to Eat" (short story) (2013)
"Eve's Other Children" (short story) (2013)
Island Gal: created by local woman
"Maybe If I Said It Out Loud" (short story) (2013)
Flavours of Vancouver: Dishes from Around the World
"Vinaterta" (recipe and a short story) (2005)
Knitting Notes: A Journal of Knitting Memories
"Knitting: An Ancient Craft" (essay) (2006)
My Gutsy Story Anthology
"Rising Above Exceptations" (essay) (2014)
Manitoba Child Care Association
"For the Love of Books" (essay) (1992)
The Islands Independent
"Mayne woman knits her business" (article) (2008)
"Mayne animal benefit" (article) (2009)
The Sweater Curse (thriller) (2010)
*This book is no longer available. Leanne has the author rights to this manuscript.
Novelty Yarn (audio book) (2006)
knitting-themed short story collection
Yarn Therapy: an introduction to knitting (paperback) (2007)
a learn to knit/pattern book
Maynely A Mystery (paperback) (2009)
a cozy mystery set on Mayne Island
*None of these self-published publications are currently available. Leanne is now strictly a traditionally published author.
It's hard to breathe, think, move. I feel like sometone has torn out one of my vital organs: my liver, kidneys, heart. I know it would help if I could cry, but I'm beyond tears. I'm numb -- my brain's valiant effort to protect me from the truth.
But what is the truth? I roll the gold band around and around on my ring finger. I walk over to the fireplace and take our wedding photo off the mantel. Who is that young couple? I wondered. They look so happy, so much in love -- joined together by a promise. Has he broken that promise? Does he still love me?
I replace the photo and find myself in the kitchen. Coffee mug in hand, I sit at the table and peer out the window to where his car should be.
I don't want to think. I feel abandoned; I feel the distance between us.
But we've always been of different worlds. Me constantly in my head: analyzing, dissecting, categorizing, creating. I sit at my easel for hours. Paint splashes across the white canvase. He's always in motion: pumping weights, jogging, swimming, kayaking. He's a ray of light bouncing around the earth.
The coffee is hot against my tongue.
How he hates my dark moods.
"You should talk with someone," he often says, pushing me to treatment. I know what he thinks -- fix yourself, you're broken. I'm not allowed to be negative, ever. I always have to be perpetually happy. Well, that's not normal. It's fake. He takes my sadness as a personal insult. He proudly hands my paintings of sunshine and sweet things, but my darker, moodier creations are segregated to my studio.
"Why did you paint that?" he asks, judging, trying to censor me.
"You have not right," I tell him. And we fight.
Did I drive him away?
It may sound odd, but I'd like to think that I was at least partially responsible. It gives me a sense of control, I'd rather think that then...
Is someone else involved?
He's a good looking man. I see how other women lure at him. The lick their lips like he's chocolate. Lately, I've noticed her -- that sweet, young thing. What's her name? Oh, yeah, Lisa. I see how Lisa swallows him up with her eyes, then quickly looks away.
Where is he right now? Is he loving Lisa? Are they twisted together in silk sheets? What's the truth?
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