I know grief, its pit in the stomach, its hollow insides, its anxiety, its tears, its unexpectedness, and that’s how I know that this feeling is grief. I know it’s inability to eat cause of the sick feeling in your stomach, the drifting mindless from room to room, documentary to movie to Hallmark crap Movie on YouTube, lost in a fog. I know it’s out-of-place … Continue reading Leaving Day
I’ve spent years just as addicted to this idealized notion of attraction, and of being attractive. Of being different, of High School bullies, of years of loneliness, self-inflicted AND sometimes involuntary, and all that and so forth, though I don’t have a hate for anyone, cause I’m a frigging adult and I no longer need anyone’s approval. For a long time, I seemed to be … Continue reading On The Insignificance Of Beauty
After I’d quit my dead-end dreary job that had tormented my very soul, he fed me, listening to the CBC on the radio in his dirty kitchen, stuff from his life laid bare before us, scattered across the table. Without him, I could not have done it, would not have quit, I at the very least would have starved if I’d even had the courage. … Continue reading Saying Goodbye To A Friend
The other morning, outside assisting a customer, and what a shock the one 80-foot long (fine, 10ft) box doesn’t fit in her Yaris hatchback. Measuring tape, anyone? Anyone? If you were picking up a package, wouldn’t you do some measuring? So, there we are in our little conundrum, me freezing my ears off and about to say that she’ll have to leave it here and … Continue reading Keeping Hope Chained In The Closet
I’m relatively passive and generally do not set out to murder the spider, step on the ant, entrap and kill the mouse, but there are rules. So, I have rules for the annihilation of, em, say a spider. There is a line on the wall and once crossed you are in my domain and as such are subject to my need to either let you … Continue reading Ramblings Brought On By A Wee Pooping Mammal Named Sylvester
Just a grouping of letters, really, and from them we create meaning. This, em, definition I suppose one could call it, or generally agreed on meaning, is not inherent, it is ascribed by a collection of people. A word or mere letter isn’t like the law of gravity, in that one may disagree on the existence of gravity all you want, but gravity will still … Continue reading Do You Believe In Magic?
Maybe call these the B side, the photos that didn’t make it into my last post on Euston Meadow. These are from March 25th of this year, and incidentally, I think the last spring-like day we’ve had so far, as it would seem as though Mother Nature is not feeling very “spring-like” yet. So today as they threaten more freezing rain, and I sit here … Continue reading Euston’s Bones
this grey day and there is no dawn sky, the trees sway back and forth blowing in out Continue reading i see
before the dawn is awoken, and through the park on my way to work ~~~~~~~~~~~ // ~~~~~~~~~~~ for the WPC AWAKENING Continue reading i am gone
Back at the cottage Tim and I would be watching one of my history programs on Satellite ( Time Team reruns from the BBC usually) and Tim would sometimes ask who pays for all this? ,or, why do they care? Cause he certainly didn’t care. I mean, to him, short of gold and silver bobbles or weaponry, minute shards of pottery and stains in the … Continue reading So What Happens When The Barbarians Grow Up?
Spring won’t be rushed, it will come when it comes, and winter still holds on with it’s icy fingers, keeping the air crisp and breezy, and with spring will bring the time when D3 leaves town. I do look forward to bicycle rides on a hot summer day and meeting new people, once he leaves for good, which will happen I guess now in mid-May. … Continue reading On The Way Back To The Yellow Bricks
submitted for the WPC :: SMILE Continue reading When You Smile