these bits and pieces from some other place of here and there we often leave no trace for our delusions, the journey moved us forward. along the banks of it we haunt as knitted caps and the other parts go into the trees, of leaves, the scent of thee breath in the decay, the days, we betray of barking dogs and the hawks overhead hunting … Continue reading i found today
Ok, so I admit, the only reason I stopped was cause some guy asked me why, and to be honest I really didn’t have an answer. When I started, years ago in my 20’s it was because I wanted my hair to be red, or Auburn, or something more romantic than my bog-standard brown. Over the years, box after box, I went from one red … Continue reading And A Lock Of Gray Was The Key
Raining in this misty kinda way yesterday, and had to go downtown to pick up a new router from my ISP, hence the photographs I posted yesterday. You know, one stone two birds or whatever that phrase is. The streets were almost deserted, which made my photographic mission a bit more difficult, hard to take portraits, you know, with no subjects, but I prevailed. Ran … Continue reading Of Miracles And Connections On A Rainy Day
a reflection as black is to white good to bad we drift past and wonder at it all as if our lives are threads our soul the veins pushing through and wile away the hours as we flow {psst…yes you…this is what i call a spiral poem…you read them line by line going up or down, including the title} inspired by WPC :: a … Continue reading are you
When I was growing up I spent a lot of time in arena’s, but with a baton in my hand and the only high-sticking penalties were when my sister bonked me over the head with the said baton and was sent to her room for an hour. So across Canada, I imagine there are many gathered around a rink watching someone play hockey. In my … Continue reading Learning How To Fail In A Canadian Arena
last couple days staring at a blank screen attempting to wish words into being at what i was seeing and its meaning for we turn it all off and go to bed wake up the next day to 17 dead and democracy falls for 13 Reds for the cursor blinks and the sky goes dark guess mental health seems like a jolly lark and what … Continue reading enough
the cycles out of turn and burns away passions turn to erudite diversions eyes alight in joy of contemplation as gray temples transform into a crown now that half a century has passed me by and by, i still cry sometimes, and though the raging hormones with their dip and dive i am alive and thrive in solitude for that sweet knight i yearned for at … Continue reading the dark moon years
nestled underneath a blanket of snow are the seeds of you, the blossoms of you and when thou awakes from your long repose shall i love and adore you even more than i did the year before, for i know like the eyes of a starving bee i am at the longing for the greening of you that sweet scent of you in the air … Continue reading for the scent of you
the days of gray went away the sun shone briefly and revealed some of the blue sky shrugged off the lugubriousness for a few hours old shining one for a little bit cast hazy shadows on the snow and blessed be Continue reading of my yesterday
The grocery store is actually just a hop skip and a jump from where I live, with the hopping and skipping and jumping over snowbanks, and then carefully making ones way across the icy ground, left over from the freezing rain we had the day before, adding a layer of crunchy frosting to everything. Say I forget ginger like I did the other night, a … Continue reading Catching Moments
Your Tour Guide The Objective submitted for the WPC :: TOUR GUIDE Continue reading The Yellow Snow Sidewalk Tour
Once upon a time on the leading bleeding edge, back in the world wild west, did you know that one could engage in intelligent discourse right out there in the open? Yip. It was a real place, not fantasyland. It was a text-oriented enviro, no fancy UI, just a bog-standard newsgroup geared to news junkies. It could be termed elitist. Sure. Whatever. Which for the … Continue reading Within The Caves Of Bobbles, Kittens And Blasphemy
reset beset me as I dream of revolutions we will ride away on vintage bicycles as someone yonder plays the mandolin a dog barks overhead and faintly someone sings Leonard Cohen’s ‘Democracy’ to the rhythm of a bodhran, yet, maybe that’s all madness that intangible force the deadened hours staring at that light green wall again Continue reading a few lines written whilst waiting for my router
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