There is a place, I’ve read, where grief becomes something else. A writer I read from The Huffington Post called it “self-pity”. The “oh poor me, look how sad I am”…and she’s right, you do. Some for an hour, some for days, others for years and years…but we all do. It is an aspect of grief no one really talks about. My Mom and I … Continue reading Grief, and then … Self-pity?
Summer called me, psst it said; and so on the trail, August refreshed me. Continue reading The Call of August
This is a story I have wanted to tell, but I’ve never known quite how. There is an element to it that makes me, pause. I keep coming back to something one of my favourite authors, Charles Delint, talks a lot in his books about their being a collective sense of what we’ve chosen to make our reality. Anything that deviates from that and we … Continue reading The Pub Shaman
Yes, indeed, cute as the wee frackers are, I do not particularly care for Guinea Pigs. It’s not their fault they don’t sell Guinea Pig food in corner stores. However, I quite awhile ago decided that any animal that requires nourishment not easily bought at a corner store, if in a pinch, is just not going to make it with this chick. And, of course … Continue reading In case there was ANY doubt
Since about 3 months into this blog, I’ve been trying to separate words from my images. I started posting photos, and after a while I realized that I was getting most of my hits from my photos…but of course, that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted hits on my words. How arrogant is that? Not to say that EVERY photo I post everyone loves, far … Continue reading Words & Images
[in the photo – L to R – Great Grandpa and GrandmaC, in behind them my GrandpaD, Aunt Jo, Uncle Burt and Aunt Lex (the bride and groom), GrandmD of course front and centre, no idea who that is over grandmaD’s shoulder, but beside him is Uncle Jack, and the next are also unknown, but I assume the guy with the collar was the minister] … Continue reading Why an Irish Catholic Priest was in an Anglican Church
from ‘Bards of Passion and of Mirth, written on the Blank Page before Beaumont and Fletcher’s Tragi-Comedy ‘The Fair Maid of the Inn’ ‘ by John Keats Thus ye live on high, and then On the earth ye live again; And the souls ye left behind you Teach us, here, the way to find you, Where your other souls are joying, Never slumber’d, never cloying. … Continue reading Poets on Sunday: Keats
Right now I am pretty much broke. However, I am fed, sheltered and loved and its good. I am however with glee looking forward to making my life more difficult. You just know when it’s right. So I’ve looked at couple of places, all small. One in particular last night is so charming, small as small, but I can work with that. Enough room for … Continue reading Difficult Times
I am plying the waters where poets dreamed and Mary made up monsters more easily we could reach the moon, as paddle that bohemian bay. again, the solitude of change and strange dreams of lands lie within that embrace; of these street sounds plying a new found beat enjoyed dreamed of yearned for from whence comes place nor person, but within the abstracted … Continue reading The Essence of Bravery
rhythm of street sounds fade from place to post and new faces dance within an abstracted oasis whilst the watching world reflects itself in the heart of nouns that enigmatic one breaths to every dying norm a wasted toiling tethered over this divine misadventure we go drifting down on sidewalks as we gather in a darkened mind pulling alittle tighter a lock or two more … Continue reading within the heart of nouns
“The poet is an anomaly in our culture. The goal of our culture is money and power. And that’s not exactly what poetry is about. What is it about? That’s a hard question. It’s about anything the human mind and unconscious can produce. And that’s infinite.” [Stanley Kunitz] And living life within the confines set by our society is certainly not what writing is about, … Continue reading A Poetic Vocation
Alas, my wait is at an end and this chick is gainfully EMPLOYED. WOOT WOOT !!!!! and HALLELUJAH When I was leaving the interview, the interviewer says “don’t worry, I was were you are 2 years ago. It will be ok.” Man. He was my age, actually, he said he chose my file because I graduated from High School the same year he did. Imagine … Continue reading Good Things
by PaulaB 