February 2022 I am an excellent worker and a natural servant. And when I say ‘servant’ I mean I don’t mind being subservient. It does not break my spirit. I am comfortable taking orders and getting work done. I am able to work long hours. I never shirk, I never steal, I never lie. I … Continue reading On Work and Workers
Author: megdedwards
It’s Just my Voice
Poetry is whatever you want it to be, voice calling, words singing, dreams talking. I don't care if you like it, I never wrote it for you. It's nothing. It's just my voice. It's possible that I only ever wrote for my parents, Critical, frustrated writers. It's all in good fun, hand slapping the sheets … Continue reading It’s Just my Voice
Still Born
A multitude of sins, of sorrows, Still Born. What Purpose? My Life. No Purpose. Of Course. I am clean, and full of love. I meant no harm. Glaciers calving, yes. With incremental, exponential effect. A billion eyes following a whale, and her child. Sustain this. Untenable.
Returning Home
An old poem floating about
Lies I tell to Myself
She starts to giggle and her head blurs as she leans over in laughter, looking back at the camera, her giggling silently intensifies until tears are streaming from her smiling eyes, crescents of sparkle, flashing green through her long eyelashes.
COVID: Stage Two
JANUARY 2022 During the summer of 2020 we were living peacefully within the constraints of the new society, never knowing when it would be possible to visit our son in Halifax, never knowing when borders would be open or closed. The notion of borders was surreal because we live very close to a provincial border … Continue reading COVID: Stage Two
Baie Verte Idyll
It is the spring of 2020 and the plague is upon us. I have every convenience and comfort. I ramble through the days like a protected queen in her castle. I wander my spacious colourful home and nap, write, clean and watch TV. We eat well and we walk through the forest or stand by … Continue reading Baie Verte Idyll
First Ever Reading at the Tantramar Literary Social
March 2017 - Reading at Thunder and Lightning Pub in Sackville , NB Home Wife I got strung out Like laundry whipped and tangled By a strong wind I got wrung out twisted and worn Like clothes in an old washer I was wiped out By a stinking kitchen cloth Smelling like mold I wanted … Continue reading First Ever Reading at the Tantramar Literary Social
Return of the Lost Blogger
I found some old blogs sitting forgotten in drafts. I should leave them there, you say. But I say nay, I will toss them out in the flotsam. The short ones made me laugh. Abrupt beginnings, promising so much, and delivering nothing! Forgotten and discarded. Much has happened since I wrote these, but I thought … Continue reading Return of the Lost Blogger
Metamorphosis – A Mom and a Son and their Transitioning Journey
JULY 2019 I did love blogging. I liked the way it concentrated my thoughts, how I would plan and quietly pursue a small topic, write, pause, re-read, edit, pause, think, write and wordpress it out into the world. I was pleased with the writing when I was done, though now I find typos and … Continue reading Metamorphosis – A Mom and a Son and their Transitioning Journey
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 