I don’t know how to write this, cause in a way it surprises me. It feels weird saying. It has been rolling around inside for years. The first tinglings of it hit me in the Spring of 2017, listening to Yo Yo Ma play Appalachian Spring. Not sure how to say it, because I guess I don’t know where to start. Or… er… where it … Continue reading This Thing About My American Cousins
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”
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
#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
Whilst counting the days till the Don is gone, and all his goons, I watch the great and the good, the poor and the wealthy, the intellectuals and the couch potato politicians spar on whether the commander of chaos and cons followers {marks} are redeemable. Standing back watching as this all transpires down yonder in the land of my birth, watching them more at odds, … Continue reading Delusions And Deflections Of A Loser
He’d buried himself in deep, like a tick. He trapped me with his kindness, for washing my mouldy dishes that had sat in the kitchen for… I do not honestly know how long. Continue reading The And
No, my father is no precious heirloom, that man. But, I do love him, he is my dad, and one day this will all be over, behind us, and we can talk of other things, again, without this elephant in the room. Continue reading The Man Who Divides, Love And Shame, Horror And Blame, Father And Daughter, Be Gone
This chaotic dark world of injustice and corruption at the highest levels of government, the volumes of words and events, that barrage of information will overwhelm you, so don’t let it. Continue reading Suggestions On Plying The Social Media Waters In A Time Of Chaos Agents
Pics in my Twitter feed this morning of Anti-maskers marching in Montreal yesterday, that bastion of European chic, infiltrated with Trump 2020 signs advocating for more of the meth lab mentality infesting our southern border. United States has gone insane, like a car crash in slow motion, and those of us on the outside view it all in a transfixed helpless horror, as that vile … Continue reading Conspiracies Born Of Faery Farts Are Catnip For The Right-Wing Extremist
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