Writing for me has become like a sport, an exercise for my mind. I live in this yin/yang world now, of a physical job, with a more, em, comfortable hardly seems the right word but is in that mode, of leisure, as some would believe of the writer, amateur or otherwise, it is the stereotype. Though, I don’t find writing leisurely at all. It is … Continue reading When Strong Java And Deep Thoughts Collide
… like the god Odin’s one blood shot eye, observing, stirring, wondering at us all. Continue reading Hope Is The Last Friend To Leave
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass It’s a few blocks away from me and half the walk is in getting there, Irish … Continue reading Lollygagging In The Urban Wilds
The first dream that I remember, I must have been around 10 give or take a year or two, and it takes place in Dodge back when we were renting a place, and I was around the corner sleeping over at a girlfriends’ place. Most of the details of it are gone, but this image remains of me, or something like me, out the window, … Continue reading Dreams Of A Place
Now, a couple tidbits that living with a narcissist taught me is first off, that any attention for them is good attention, they’ll take it all, any which way and Sunday sideways. Two, there can be only one, numero UNO, and that is their higher purpose to all else, contrary to whatever they say or bribe you with. And so here are some of those … Continue reading A 15th Too: The Man, The Guilty, And Euston
For the longest time, I felt as though there was something I was missing or was missing in me, something, I was looking for in every eye, every guy, every word, as if, this person really, would be the one I’m seeking and the hollowness inside would disappear. Geesh, should have known it was a gad dang bike I was hunting for, would never have … Continue reading The 19th Draft: Before And After Rose
She was never tame, never domestic, strong-willed, soundly made, and skeptical, having spent the first decade or so of her life on the streets of Old East London, the trendy “rough” part of the downtown core. Started hanging around D3’s girlfriend’s house, and eventually having gained her trust they took her in, had her fixed, and so began her life as a cat companion, rather … Continue reading And The 23rd: In Winter I Go Whacky
off on a dog walk the air was crisp, the sky blue,and the sun appeared Bit of a break from the unposted posts and a nice long walk at The Coves beckoned after the last few snowy gray days. This area is called the coves as it was once a branch of the Thames River, cut off a long time ago. Although the area with the … Continue reading back to the coves
looking back todayalong old pathways, i stray,just to get away photographs were taken December 3rd, 2017 watching apple trees dance in the sunshine, again,on this snowy day Continue reading unposted pictures
Why didn’t I post this? I don’t know, stories left untold, fear of waking the dead? Actually, these were originally three separate drafts from the same day, but I stitched them together. Today Tim usually feels very far away and long, long ago, like a myth, a fairy tale. But, still, he creeps in once in a while, reminds me not to falter, or forget. … Continue reading The 35th: Boho And Buzzard Lore
This purging of the posts is rather cathartic, seeing the number drop away, this one, that one, gawd no that’s not staying, all into the trash. Originally dated October 11th, 2014, I had lived here just over a year, and it was days away from the 2nd anniversary of Tim’s death on the 18th, that month of loss and many griefs were upon me. As … Continue reading 75th Draft Dredged From The Bowels Of My Blog: It’s Not Just The Colour Of The Leaves
I widdle away at them, empty post here with a great big long title, quite a few with no title and no content, out with the lot of ya, and so I came to this one. Well, the Golden bombshell blond has aged and adjusted to city life, she turned 10 this last May, so she’s a senior and thus has calmed down the be-ya-tch … Continue reading 84th Draft Dredged Up From The Brink: An Old South Dog
by PaulaB 