Author: paulaB
American born, Canadian raised, she/her, blogger, photographer, writer, history buff.
An Open Mind Keeps Me Grateful
In response to the Discover Challenge | Open-minded Spent a lot of last night at work almost literally biting my tongue for fear of what I might say. I was just itching to say something b-ei-t-chy. Just ITCHING. Even went so far as to inform my co-worker, just gotta throw it out there… MENOPAUSE. You know, case something slipped out, you know, so she knew … Continue reading An Open Mind Keeps Me Grateful
Dirty Feet
That Poets Song
Rare are those moments we spend, on our own, listening. The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass’d by the town and out of the street, A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of the shadow went over the wheat, And he sat him down in a lonely place, And chanted a melody loud and sweet, That made the … Continue reading That Poets Song
“I never saw someone say that before…” :)
So here I am, at home, in Tim’s big wicker chair, typing away to you, whilst listening to the Hip concert on CBC radio. Lex invited me out there, bunch getting together to watch the concert, in good ol’Canadian Garage Party style. Yet, I decided nay. Actually, Mom, I was all set to go. Had gone for a bike ride in the afternoon, and was … Continue reading “I never saw someone say that before…” :)
That 20th Century Woman
and she walked with a stride that defied gravity convention purpose. against the grain the avenue her heels click. tick,tock,tick forward always. feet on ground head in the clouds senses on stun Continue reading That 20th Century Woman
What I Did That Day
went out for a drink with a girlfriend watched the rain, all morning admired the Plantagenet Hosta’s about to bloom bought poop bags & incense went for a walk sans dog and I talked to an old lost friend from the long ago ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Discover Challenge | The Poetry Of List-Making images edited with pixlr Continue reading What I Did That Day
I Am Going To
you wake up one morning the sun the stars the moon are in the same place, almost. and nothing has changed. and everything is different. and you can feel and see and know. and how can you miss what you never had? but, you can, you do. and with my last breath my last sigh I will find you. Continue reading I Am Going To
Portrait Of The Path
And so I glided, underneath the canopy of trees, that runs along that forked river. With its yellow lines, and turns. I went to all the old haunts. The places, the faces. The memories. The past. There I found solitude. Here I found sin, and rejection. right there, I tried. There, right there, is where the one I let get away, lives. Maybe. Left, right, … Continue reading Portrait Of The Path
The One Night Stand, And Lentils
I’ve avoided that Theatre guy I mentioned. Remember, the one who wanted to take me to that New Arts Theatre here in town? He seems like a good guy. And I do feel bad. I do. Really. I just can’t bring myself to have the little chat… the one on my complete disinterest in having a boyfriend now. A boy who is a friend, ok. … Continue reading The One Night Stand, And Lentils
My Connections Are Few
I carry IT with me everywhere, yet rarely use it. In all honesty, it really is just another method in which to ignore people. A tool for connection. It can be intrusive. The constant ON. The repetitive checking, and re-checking. For what? Who knows. Some sort of divine intervention, perhaps. I am sad to say I have, since moving back home, found myself engulfed. It … Continue reading My Connections Are Few
Tuesday At Thames Park
How To Stage A Decorus Rebellion
You are finally seeing that the world doesn’t pay as much attention as you might think. I know, I tested that out at an early age. In order to break the rules, first, you must learn them. Of which I am proud to say I gave you in spades, in terms of those social graces. After you’ve mastered the social graces? Wear what you want, … Continue reading How To Stage A Decorus Rebellion
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