It happens so innocently, couple drinks on the porch with friends, the night gets chilly, you go inside, turn the music on. Hey, you say innocently, what you want to listen to? AC DC, they say. Ok. After a few songs, old rock songs, one thing leads to another, and they all start to say the same thing. One song after the other, all the … Continue reading So, I Guess Lynyrds Off The List For Awhile
And, so we danced. We danced all Saturday night, and into the early morning. Then we slept in my bed. Well, not only slept. I awoke, did my morning routine, made tea, gave some plants some water, and he slept. Mumbling strange, incoherent things, as I snuggled up with him again. And he slept some more. I woke him up again, made toast, he had … Continue reading “Look For Me, Somewhere Down That Crazy River”
And sings the tune without the words –And never stops – at all For those still paying attention, words have flitted through my mind, for days, weeks, months, a year or more now, I think. Here, then gone. Poof! Just so you know. I haven’t gone away, I’ve just had a hard time catching words. So much, too much, all at once. I lost my … Continue reading “Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul”
I watch them. Their ways, their means, their choices, their habits. I watch their leaves turn to the light, see what they like, don’t like, watch their roots in glass vessels grow. Continue reading Who Is Polly Unfurled?
A malaise. A disenchantment. A depth without depth. Caitlin at Broadside blog recently penned an inspiring piece, citing a New York Times article, calling it… well… a languishing. It was like I was in dormancy (of which I know a thing or three, now, thanx to Ali and a tribe of Alocasia’s). Languishing is the neglected middle child of mental health. It’s the void between … Continue reading I Dream Of Ali
Things have stories, memories attached, bits of, scraps of, little pieces of our life. Of ancestors, voices from our past whisper, happy or sad, I love things that have a rich provenance. I suppose it grounds me, tea towel in the wind I once could be, or so mom always said. Continue reading Tales Of A Hoosier
Guess we are copacetic… small and snarlly when touched (well, in ways we find displeasing… which is most ways), but generally a pleasant companion. Continue reading The Taming Of The Hua Hua
#Longreads – Mom once told me that before he started his truck to start the day, he had this thing he did on his leg. Some hoodoo mark thing he’d have to do just right, or start over, and as he did it he would pray for us, to keep us safe. Continue reading Struggling To Understand Those Mysterious Fellow Americans, and My Trump Voting Father
As an American who grew up in Canada, over the last number of months, hoping I was wrong about this growing reality that Trvmp was mounting what experts of historical authoritarians call a self-coup. Continue reading Zen, and the Art Of Surfing the Ebb and Flow Of Bullsh!t
When this year started, I had a job, no real plans, per se, but goals. Stuff on the list that had been there for years, like finally in the fall getting my teeth done. So many things had aligned, or so I thought, so we all thought, and this was the year. I thought. But, then, the skidding landscape of 2020 laughed its evil maniacal … Continue reading How’d 2020 Suck For YOU?
She lived poetry, within the words, reveals the cracks in the armour of her life, rebelled against the ties that meant to bind her. No poet of old in her, but a modern voice of women, and men, coming of age in the struggles of a people at odds with tradition. She was, an iconic iconoclast. Continue reading Illumination Of Farrokhzad
She broke the rules, she was seen in the company of men, she was called promiscuous, accused of defiling her families honour, transgresses moral and social norms [ibid]. She was radical, but she was true to herself. Continue reading Finding Mirabai
by PaulaB 