Anthony Leclair

Anthony Leclair

Author Posts & Bio


Author Since: 2013-05-30 04:45:12

Website: http://leclair-studios.com/

Bio: Anthony Leclair is a dedicated and passionate artist who has, for over ten years now, been creating in all manner of art: poetry, music, theatre, film, photography and visual art. An honours graduate of Canadore College’s Theatre Arts program, Anthony has written, produced and released one solo album (and is working on his second), has worked on a number of professional theatre and film projects in Ottawa, Toronto and Halifax, and has founded Leclair Studios: an artistic, and educational organization which has held a number of workshops and classes on Stage Combat, Acting Fundamentals, Voice, Shakespeare and more. Currently, Anthony resides in Toronto and runs both a photography and a music studio out of his apartment, plays music around town, and manages Swept.


Posts By Anthony Leclair:

Longing

Longing If ever there were time to fly and soar upon the blackest sky: brave thunder, lightning, and heavy rain, t’would be to see your face again.   © –...


Communion

Communion What a spread! Chopsticks and Papaya; What a way to go.   Meet the county sheriff at the line and Christ will walk it for you.   Be grateful...


The Great Divide

The Great Divide Ontario town Quebec green: forests and farms Vastly close together; apart.     © – Anthony Leclair 2013   Photography by Adam Zivo. To view more of...


Eden’s Clay

Eden’s Clay Honest men and women, you see, are lacking objectivity. Omniscient lord; creator begin, a serpent’s tongue speaks original sin. Isaac, your son is dead you see, in spite...


Farther East

Farther East North Bay: The eagle feather flies and the union flag buys its time to share the courtroom;   the maple leaf is hoisted, but often only to half-mast....


North Bay Hot Chocolate

North Bay Hot Chocolate Look who trample the Twiggs; Snap, snap, snap. Do they fall? They crash. And the leaves blow in patio breeze as back-alley bunnies the night before....


Night and Day

Night and Day Night’s candles are burnt out: Returned to Phoebus’ lodging. The world over the chariot rides But we light our lives with a stolen fire.   Vultures, Would...


Old Haunt

Old Haunt Welcome to the old haunt my mistress in the dark. lay in time, oh mistress mine, and let me make my mark.   Dance with me among the...