transmutation
a catalytic force of liberation and lessons once in a while my coyote trickster as i walk by these now usual haunts whispers Continue reading transmutation
Tag: Winter
and winter had arrived
last night the howling winds of November laid down its white carpet after he escaped the city, and me, on the hunt for that rare thing sleep perchance to dream to extract the madness from his mind but I just remember concrete, vaguely and i am lost underneath a blanket of forgotten time those things he can not protect me from will not may not … Continue reading and winter had arrived
When Winter Finally Arrived
for the Weekly Photo Challenge | Seasons Continue reading When Winter Finally Arrived
Poets On Sunday | Robert Hayden
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and … Continue reading Poets On Sunday | Robert Hayden
Daydreams Of Spring
The days are lengthening, the light is changing, tis the 18th of February and SURPRISE, more snow. Holed up here in me den, till I must venture forth to work, Irish and I have become rather bored with it all. Oh, sunny days do appear more now, yet the bitter cold has me shivering at the mere thought of going out in it. This winter has … Continue reading Daydreams Of Spring
To #4 @4:44
To The Cold-Hearted driver of the #4 @ 4:44pm, Monday January 27th, 2014, who refused to pick me up: I had just worked 8 hours and walked the 4 or so blocks from Second Street to catch the Oxford East at Fanshawe College. You can’t imagine how delighted I was to see you sitting there. You see, I normally work much later and was worn … Continue reading To #4 @4:44
How I Was Humbled By Joy
I was outside at work partaking in a cylinder of sin the other day, chatting with a co-worker, and I mentioned how I’d given this woman I saw at the bus-stop that day a bus ticket. I explained how she was on her way downtown to speak to her caseworker, and to see if she could get $10. She quickly mentioned how she was hoping the … Continue reading How I Was Humbled By Joy
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
Out and About in Dodge
The move went well, if a little crazy. SirB is the one who came and picked me up, but he had to be back to work in the afternoon. So good thing I was organized, but still didn’t have time to clean up abit from behind were the furniture sat. Ugh. Embarrassing but I did the very best I could, being at the mercy of others as I am … Continue reading Out and About in Dodge
Shades of Gray in Grey
They don’t call it Grey County for nothing That probably qualifies as the most often heard phrase in the County. I would imagine any shopkeeper you spoke to would tell you as much. SO, I have arrived at the place were delicate strands of Irish hair dangling wee chunks of wood, and illuminations of dust on my lampshades is inspiring. I am seeking that which … Continue reading Shades of Gray in Grey
Ghost Towns of Ontario | Eugenia Falls
Early visitors were awed by the sight of Eugenia Falls, calling it one of Canada’s most beautiful locations. “Romantically situated on the Beaver River”, enthused one early writer. Ghost Towns of Ontario: a field Guide by Ron Brown,Polar Bear Press, Toronto c1999 If you are a skier, or you snowmobile, cross-country ski, or otherwise outdoor winter enthusiast, and live near Southern Ontario, you probably have … Continue reading Ghost Towns of Ontario | Eugenia Falls
Hungarians & Irish Hugs
Fresh snow covers the land like a pure white duvet. The spruce and cedars are laden with their heavy globs of snow. It’s Family Day tomorrow, so it’s a long weekend and those with cottages have made the trip up to enjoy the fresh air and beautiful scenery. Across the road I can smell a campfire, as I stand at the window with my cylinder … Continue reading Hungarians & Irish Hugs
Under a Tangerine Sky
Woke up this morn to lots and lots of snow. I don’t believe it has stopped the entire day. It just keeps snowing and snowing and just won’t let up. This was the deck this morning just before 10AM EST Irish had no interest in being outside this morning. After I took this shot I kicked her out. I don’t get it, I mean it’s … Continue reading Under a Tangerine Sky
The Temenos Journal 