Month: December 2017
For The Love Of Fred
“Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird’s throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.” ― William Shakespeare, As You Like It Trees are mystical, he said. I suppose this kind of stunned me. Not the contents, so much as that this was … Continue reading For The Love Of Fred
I Wanna Save The Whales
Ok, so last night I go over to D3’s, and open the door and set my bag down. I then go see where he put her food, open one of the cans, and grab a dish and call her. Well, she trots in, and bobs your uncle, I set down the dish, and turn to go back outside and grab her water, grab my bag … Continue reading I Wanna Save The Whales
a sidewalk
when it’s beneath us it is a shared way to go that brings us to home word :: COMMUNAL Continue reading a sidewalk
Little Big Girl
“Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.” Maya Angelou Basically, I spend my work-a-day lifting heavy boxes and walking around and around a busy warehouse, which means I am getting paid to work out. Sure, lots of organizing too, of paperwork and emails to reply to, things to sort out, things to receive, that sort of thing. One … Continue reading Little Big Girl
that day, and why i wore shades
it was the Solstice 2017 and all through the village I could hear dancers on the green with drummers drumming so i drifted that way towards the beauty and joy leaked out through my eyes, is why I wore shades that summers day for WPC :: some more of what I saw that day Continue reading that day, and why i wore shades
The Best Of What I Didn’t Say This Year
It’s that time of year when everyone gathers a list of all The Best of, of which this is not, or least not ‘best’ as in good, or should be nominated for a Giller Prize. Anyways, I got looking back through my drafts, and actually used one from the summer for a recent post (shhh…not saying which), and thought maybe I’d take a look at … Continue reading The Best Of What I Didn’t Say This Year
Why I’m Keeping My Mouth Shut For Christmas
It felt strange, to speak up and make my presence known, seemed tantamount to talking to the TV, yet, I forced myself to say “that’s my stop, it’s after the A&W“. To which the copper-haired girl turned her shiny black cat lady sunglasses towards me, and I felt exposed. With her alabaster skin and the stud in her lip and her worn leather jacket. The older … Continue reading Why I’m Keeping My Mouth Shut For Christmas
The Listener On The Line
To be honest, I couldn’t even put a face to the voice, as the guys who got off were both of about the same age, definitely half mine, and both talking on hidden devices, not to each other. So I’m on my way to work, sitting in the second seat from the back, staring out the window at those familiar wintry streets. Now, being very … Continue reading The Listener On The Line
A Blessed Bench Of Boredom
The last couple of months I have wandered about, picking at the fringes, ran my eyes across a multitude of words, nourished my brain with histories of civilizations and empires, in search of ‘it’. I suppose it is hard to find ‘it’ when you have no idea what ‘it’ is. I hesitate to define this sense as depression, if only because I believe that word … Continue reading A Blessed Bench Of Boredom
Biking To Work In The Snow Before Dawn Doesn’t Suck As Much You Might Think
As I was leaving for work this morning at 5AM I whispered, “thank you spirits of white light and goodness, keep me safe“, close the door and push my bike determinedly out to the road. I ended up an hour late yesterday, having to gather the last of my change and take the bus, no choice, few plows had been out yet so riding was … Continue reading Biking To Work In The Snow Before Dawn Doesn’t Suck As Much You Might Think
The Significance Of Just One
It was a long time ago, and it is far far away, yet still, I remember that day. It defined me. Its tattooed on my soul, probably. It was the day I found out how cruel the world could be, how alone we all really are, and that we should learn that ultimately we are on our own, usually just when you need someone the … Continue reading The Significance Of Just One
My Cheeky Grandma
Mom saw her as “the wind beneath her wings”. We all did. By the time I was born she was an old woman, with long lanky wrinkled legs and arms, her face lined by decades of smiles, and smoking. She was well-loved, for her spirit, her mind, and her distinctive style. She believed in UFO’s and “do unto others as you would have done onto … Continue reading My Cheeky Grandma
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