On the way to one pathway or another, lies my little woodland. Between the bank and the wall, just outside my stoop. At the end of my working day, as I’m on my way in the door, it beckons me to languish within its peaceful in-between. Hidden away behind the hedge, lies my tranquility, my zen space. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo … Continue reading The In-Between Garden
Today I ventured once again to the Soho District. It’s a new area London is trying to revitalize. The Old Vic Hospital is now gone, and some sort of condo, or hi-rise complex, or some such is going in somewhere near. Some of the older buildings have been kept, but no clue yet what they’re doing with them. The area though runs along the Thames … Continue reading Wild Walks of London | Set One
“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” ~ e.e. cummings ~ You know, the thing that has always struck me is that I’d been through that cabinet, how many times? How did I never see that letter before? I’ve found boxes of old gloves, your wedding album, boxes of old photos. Those words, written upon soft and lovely paper, in pencil, … Continue reading Unsent Letters
“I have nothing to hide except for the fact I’m broken inside.” ― Ejieh B. SUBJECT: Sycamore Tree LOCATION: The Coves, London, Ontario Perched precariously at the edge, branches outstretched to the sky, defying the inevitable. I love this tree. It is completely hollow inside, yet, it lives on. There is a symbolism here that defines a certain aspect of life, or at any rate … Continue reading The Hollow Tree
The clock goes tick, tock, tick, tock, and the mechanical echoing of the male Cardinal awakens the dawn light. It is morning again, Saturday morning to be exact, and this weekend is May 24. Drinking copious amounts of alcohol for some, a big gardening weekend for others. Guess you and I Mom would fall into some a both categories, eh? Perhaps not COPIOUS amounts, but certainly some … Continue reading Dave’s Not Here (well actually he was and he was naked)
where did time go? it slipped away, behind the houses. it dipped its toe, into the stream, and was never seen again. where did I go? I slipped away, to the orchard. I went back, to the place, when we were happy. LOCATION: Abandoned Apple Orchard – The Coves – London, Ontario Continue reading behind me
“Mother …You asked me if I would be sad when it happened and I am sad. But the iris I moved from your house now hold in the dusty dry fists of their roots green knives and forks as if waiting for dinner, as if spring were a feast. I thank you for that. Were it not for the way you taught me to look … Continue reading From Me To You
He couldn’t help himself. Really. Thomas is an asshole. Last week Irish and I are at D3’s for some din din, and doesn’t she go AWOL. Heart stopping panic washed over me. However, it was short lived as she was of course two doors down at the neighbour’s ~ ensconced beside this guy and his girlfriend on their front porch. She certainly is one for … Continue reading Thomas The Cat
In so many ways I strangled my youthful self with my intensity, and my ‘deep thoughts’. No ones fault, just an acknowledgement of the person I was born as in this life – serious, deep, emotional, caring, and true as the sun and the moon. Mom, I find myself in a completely different head space of late. Perhaps its the onset of spring, more sunshine … Continue reading When The Stranger Becomes Less Strange
swaying in the breeze their golden tresses weeping mesmerizing me …more “Intricate.” Continue reading Haiku | Intricate
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