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Struggling To Understand Those Mysterious Fellow Americans, and My Trump Voting Father
#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
Zen, and the Art Of Surfing the Ebb and Flow Of Bullsh!t
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
Illumination Of Farrokhzad
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
capturing
nostalgic pathwaysfor days only beige and brownautumn reminds me Continue reading capturing
a few lines written today whilst remembering his grey
you come to things walking paths you used to know looking aroundI foundno secrets in the shadowsso far, far awaynow you come to thingsrenewedin your mindlurking behindtheir eyesthat can not hidelooking back at youa face you remembernow different, somehowreflectivelost in yesterday’s fearsthat once upon a time place so, you come to thingsways of looking at myselfanewfrom deep insidewhere the monsters used to hideand stare them … Continue reading a few lines written today whilst remembering his grey
The Man Who Divides, Love And Shame, Horror And Blame, Father And Daughter, Be Gone
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
To The Coves And Back Again
Suggestions On Plying The Social Media Waters In A Time Of Chaos Agents
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
Conspiracies Born Of Faery Farts Are Catnip For The Right-Wing Extremist
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
Mercy For The Devil
Turning from the obsessions that lead one astray, tempted by the dark nature within us all, desires that have the power, sometimes, to even stain our heart, our spirit, our soul. Can we become selfless? Buddhism would say so, but the path in our modern hi-strung world is a difficult one. Now, binging on a series called Once Upon A Time, these fabled heroes of … Continue reading Mercy For The Devil
Summer Mornings At The Coves
“The most predominant feature of the sub-watershed, The Coves Ponds, were formed by an abandoned oxbow of the Thames River. Sedimentation from adjacent ravines and infilling by adjacent landowners have now created 3 distinct ponds; the East, West, and South Ponds. “ “The Cove ponds were described by the early explorers to this area in 1796. They are documented in the journals of Major Littlehale, who … Continue reading Summer Mornings At The Coves
And So We Go On A Weekly Wear Out The Pop-Goes-The-Weasel Walk To Euston
Unfollowing we will go, unfollowing we will go, heigh ho, bye bye get lost, Unfollowing we will go. I know this stuff wasn’t around when you were alive… never-the-less… just imagine if could curate the news, get rid of the things you didn’t want to see, add things you do, simply and instantly. That is sort of, kind of social media in a nutshell. Basically, … Continue reading And So We Go On A Weekly Wear Out The Pop-Goes-The-Weasel Walk To Euston
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