Tis You & Only You Girl
My fluffy one tis the only responsibility I have, other than to myself. She gives more than she takes, and for that I am blessed. She is a patient, loving and fervent companion… and always “on guard for thee“. When I’m sad, she just seems to know when I need a little company, and when I need to be left alone, she stays away. I’m … Continue reading Tis You & Only You Girl
Poets on Sunday: TOLKIEN
Tolkien was heavily influenced by the Viking Sagas, and Old Norse, and both these excerpts from his poems speak to that heritage within the words. [ Photo’s: August 9th, 2009, Grey County ] GOBLIN FEET I am off down the road Where the fairy lanterns glowed And the little pretty flittermice are flying: A slender band of grey It runs creepily away And the hedges … Continue reading Poets on Sunday: TOLKIEN
ONE * sInGulAr
The following were taken on a hot summer day, back in those bohemian days in GreyCo. These date to August 9th, 2009. I have wanted you to see out of my eyes so many times. ~ Elizabeth Berg, The Pull of The Moon To become aware of our history is to become aware of our singularity. ~ Octavio Paz, The Labyrinth of Solitude and Other … Continue reading ONE * sInGulAr
On This Rainy Solstice Day
Out my window everyone is all rush, rush, rush…go here, go there, rush over there, than back home. I watch as a carousel of humans stream in and out of the bank parking lot, which constitutes my view. It’s a rainy Saturday in The Village. As I sit here writing this, all I can think about is… “I don’t want to go out in that“. Ugh … Continue reading On This Rainy Solstice Day
My Sister and I
We are different, my sister and I, but we’ve grown together over the years. It’s funny how time, space, and shared loss, and at one point or another, you find she has become essential. No longer the annoying hunk of flesh that your Mom’s loins disappointingly gave forth, but the voice on the end of the phone who knows all the essential details of your stories. … Continue reading My Sister and I
Midnight @ the Bachelor Pad
She stands stark still, after she first exits our abode. Observing the “scene”…sniffing the air … breathing in the scent of all that have passed this way…human or otherwise. I touch the neck of her fluffy mane, and say “NO BARK”. I stand for a while watching her perusal of her perceived domain. SHE’s A GOLDEN FLOCK GUARDIAN As the cold night air hits my … Continue reading Midnight @ the Bachelor Pad
Looking for Dimensions
“Look, I’ve got a bit of my paunch back”, I just said to the 2 dimensional representation of him, or us. Taken one night, in some far away land now. One thing I’ll say for Tim, he loved ALL of me. Warts and all. Big, small, toothless, and the rare bit of clueless, he loved all of those parts of me. I know this, by … Continue reading Looking for Dimensions
Within the Cave
Sitting on my stoop yesterday morn, with my cylinder of sin, I realized that finding a cave to hole up in at this time of year is a rational enterprise that stretches back into the human consciousness for thousands and thousands of years. Keeping in ones cave is not a bad thing as we creep towards the depths of December. I’m lucky enough to have … Continue reading Within the Cave
That Wisp of Longing
it drifts down dolomites of death hanging over our heads, as grief drips, drips from our heart it breathes in cave air punctuated with shadows light streams in my lips an open sore a gap of time with no tales Where to go? breath alone, and along the way I pause to say … but you are not there within those corridors along lonely halls … Continue reading That Wisp of Longing
Living Amongst Gravestones and Ancestors
Last evening, once I had written my post, and settled down from yesterday’s ordeals…my sister calls… gotta listen to this song she says. [featured photo is me and Mom – c1970 – I was 3] Earlier she had done my, hit random and ask your question to the music “thang”…and this is what it gave her ~~ Coldplay’s latest album ‘Mylo Xyloto’ released in 2011 … Continue reading Living Amongst Gravestones and Ancestors
An Ode to Lost Things
Bit by bit, life erodes these ideas one has. Dreams, goals, aspirations, all grand schemes are subject to moderation, and the changing climate of life. Today as the weather outside dips, and moisture freezes on the window panes, I find myself with little to say. I awake, and drink my coffee, smoke my cigs and go about the morning routine that has defined me these … Continue reading An Ode to Lost Things
A Touch of Forgiveness
It lies on my bed, to protect my quilt from the ravages of doggy fur. It once covered my dying lover, in the last days of his life. Today the WordPress Daily Prompt asks; Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative … Continue reading A Touch of Forgiveness
I Am A Time Team Addict
Whether the team is digging to unearth an Iron Age village, or a vanished Roman Villa, or even a Norman Castle, I’m all over it, I can’t help it, I’m hooked. I don’t recall when I saw my first episode, but I immediately became a full on fan of the show. Time Team, unlike most programs on archaeology, is not there to give you this neatly … Continue reading I Am A Time Team Addict
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