Outside this morn, 6am, and I can hear the Cardinal welcoming the dawn, as I sit here, java in hand, watching/reading/absorbing the news. Every day another he did this, he did that, this guy was appointed here, this is why that is so bad, this is his latest lie, this is his latest unethical, dispassionate, childish, cruel thing he said, did, every single day, one … Continue reading On Being Decent In Indecent Times
Being the passionate mouthpiece I am, it may surprise some to know I have seriously thought of wandering off to the land of kumbaya, write only poetry and take only pictures, and forget all this, the political chaos, the lies, the amorality, racism, perhaps the very dismantling of Democracy, it is a wonder I don’t. I mean, I make nothing from it, benefits me in … Continue reading How Many Are Caught In The Narcissists Web?
“It is held that David Suzuki first experienced his love of natural history, while exploring in the Coves pond”… and much has changed since he was teenager. I guess his family moved to Ontario from BC, and spent his late teens in London in the 50s. “Our identity includes our natural world, how we move through it, how we interact with it and how it … Continue reading Back To The Orchard
One of my earliest memories of childhood is this day when I was 4, my friend was 3, and our moms had sent us down that summer day to the village post office to get the mail. My friend was the ‘street savvy’ of the two of us, as I was sort of dorky shy kid and certainly did not have the kahunas she did, … Continue reading When Only A Village Will Do
First thought – historically I think maybe this administration is probably going to go down as one of the most openly corrupt in American History. The most nuts, the most alternate universe ape shite, the most lying, the most kettle meet pot boondoggle to drive any rational mind crazy. I mean, at times I’ve almost wondered if the man they call president actually views his … Continue reading ‘Sure we’re not just dealing with a bunch of nutters, sir?’
Ever since I was very young I was honest. Now, by that I mean I didn’t know how to lie. I always felt afraid of being caught in a lie, or my voice, eyes, tongue would give me away. My sister, now she got the, I don’t give a shite what you think I’m getting away with whatever it is I want DNA. She is … Continue reading How I Became The Family Weirdo
I had graduated from BealArt, 19 years old and the future was so bright I had to wear shades. After my recent escape from dinky Dodge for the ‘big city’ (or how I thought of it back then), I was footloose and fancy-free, at the top floor of this 3 storey walkup in Old South with my girlfriend. With its ’70s orange shag carpet which … Continue reading A Walk Thru My Old South
With its grand tower soaring high above the tree line, it has always been an iconic landmark on the cityscape that surrounds this village on all sides, having embraced it almost a century ago. When my Great Aunt Helen stepped through those doors it would have been in the final years of the 1920s, perhaps early 30s, and what she learned within would take her … Continue reading Touching The Future
Sitting here in my nook, listening to music, incense going, chillaxing on my 4 day Family Day weekend, and its Sunday so the village is quiet. The sun has poked out a couple times this morn, so that’s a rare and welcome treat as well. Spent the last couple nights hanging out, drinkin’ a few beers with a friend, listening to the odd meowing every … Continue reading At The Heart Of A Sweet Southern Woman
So I’m yesterday morning waiting in line, picked up some groceries, when behind me approaches the guy who had just checked out before I got there – suede coat, wavy dirty blond hair to his shoulders, probably late 20s or early 30s – so now we’re both waiting in line. The cashier, TK, after he left turned to the woman at the lottery side of … Continue reading How To Ruin Your Day For 30 Cents
Whether they’re an anchor, a journalist or otherwise professional in the news cycle it has become like some sort of dance of the 7 veils to watch them avoid saying what they are thinking, trying to find other words to express their thoughts in a more professional manner, in regards anything having to do with this man who now haunts the hallowed halls of the … Continue reading This Week: A Train Wreck In Fantasyland, Again
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
by PaulaB 