POS It was 4 months since my Mom had passed away. My birthday was fast approaching, so we hopped on a plane to Vegas. It was a much needed holiday from the deep sadness and loss I had been experiencing for months. We stayed for a few days taking in shows, horseback riding, gambling and … Continue reading P.O.S.
Published in 1966, I own a book called “I Have a Turtle” by Kathy Bing and R.J. Davidson. When I was very small, my Mom would read it to me, I think, when she wanted to recover from a busy day and didn’t much feel like reading a long bedtime story to me. This one … Continue reading Tiny Black Box
The first fish I ever caught was a Pumpkinseed sunfish. We were on holidays at my grandparents house which was located at the end of a bay, appropriately named ‘Cozy Cove’. When I think back on it, we spent more weekends and holidays in this sleepy little hamlet than we ever did at home. In … Continue reading Harold the Sparkly Pumpkinseed Sunfish
Dec 29 2019 Sometimes, When I write poetry, The tears flow faster than my pen. Sometimes The words back up, Like when you place your thumb over the end of a garden hose- The verse spraying sporadically across the page, Like so much water, Rarely quenching a thirst, Dampening the spirit. Not making sense. Sometimes, … Continue reading Sometimes
Hello, I woke up at 4:00 am and couldn’t get back to sleep..I’m having some apple cinnamon tea..it invokes memories that I can’t quite put my finger on. Anyway, it seems that any time I wake in the early hours, before the dawn has had a thought of breaking, time passes in waves. Sometimes so … Continue reading Sleep
I bought my first vehicle when I was 19 years old. Until that time, I was gifted a run down, cherry red , 1977 Toyota Corolla which, by all accounts, was one of the most reliable shit box cars I’ve ever owned. Even when windchills hit -40C, and the car wasn’t plugged in, you could … Continue reading Tahitian Treat
ALL THE LITTLE THINGS It’s all the little things I miss Smells, like home wet mittens on the ground A soft, fleeting kiss Baths and books Footprints on our hardwood floor I miss all of this. Teaching when I didn’t know I was Learning when I didn’t think I could know more Faces so full … Continue reading All the Little Things