Crazy Kate My sister, sweet soul, deer doe eyed beauty. Vain selfish fancy- Full lovely girl. You always laugh until you cry. I wish you were still, All there. Black moth on the fridge, Fluttering and fragile, blown in by the storm, Stark against the antiseptic white. Shivering, giggling, Pissing on … Continue reading Found: Old Poetry
Author: megdedwards
Examining my Breasts
I found a piece of writing in a dusty file and pulled it out. It was something I wrote about breasts and self examinations 12 years ago. Since then I have had close relatives lose their breasts to the scourge of cancer and I am even more appreciative of the old gals. While looking for … Continue reading Examining my Breasts
The Long Form Census and Moi
Part of me wanted to defend myself, ‘but I only just lost my job last spring, and I may get a new job soon, I am waiting to hear…’ But another part of me wanted to throw her tiny ass out in the snow so I just looked at her. “Have you worked for the government for long”, I asked.
Writing about Writing
I wrote this post three years ago. Now I live without my Mom's voice and I am doing what I promised. I am working on a big project, writing a novel and my mind is playing on a big canvas. My blog posts arrive quietly in my mind while I am cleaning, sorting or … Continue reading Writing about Writing
Rape, Sordid Sex and Self Actualization
I was reading The Virgin Cure by Ami McKay, the second book I have bought on my kindle, last night before falling into delicious sleep. My interest in the book was twigged by an interview with the author on CBC Radio. The novel is told by a 12 year old girl in the 1800’s in … Continue reading Rape, Sordid Sex and Self Actualization
Confessions of a Humble Belly Dancer
I started belly dancing about 12 years ago. And no, I did not slowly work my way up the ranks to head belly dancer and start my own belly dancing school. I don’t have a series of a velvet outfits and a business card with my dancer’s name on it, Megara’s School of Dance. But … Continue reading Confessions of a Humble Belly Dancer
Illness onto death, or let’s just not talk about it.
We happily live in a bubble of health until we are struck down. It is very hard to live in a constant state of appreciation for your present health without getting maudlin or morbid. It is probably best not to think about it at all. The people who live best do seem to have a … Continue reading Illness onto death, or let’s just not talk about it.
Artists are Drawn to Baie Verte
At a lively dinner party last night my neighbor insisted that I write about how artists are drawn to Baie Verte because of its beauty. I nodded my head and sated with our delicious and happy dinner party, I said, 'I’ll do it'. When I organize a party for local friends at the Baie Verte … Continue reading Artists are Drawn to Baie Verte
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Academia – I Could ‘a been a Contender
What does a MA give you, a ticket to the smart person room? Why didn’t I pursue the Smart Person ticket? I was the studious one of the family, I even wore glasses. I got good marks at school, was the only one to go to college and did not seem to have much else … Continue reading Academia – I Could ‘a been a Contender
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 