My friend looked at me with an expression of dismay, “Well”, she said, “I don’t know what to do now”. I was at a loss too. Her husband was lying dead on the driveway with my favorite scarf jammed between the ice and his grey hair. He … Continue reading A Cuppa
Magical thinking, magical writing
My Mom and I were talking about memory and writing; recollection. She said it is too bad she cannot write down all the things that she is thinking and remembering, recollecting and sorting. And and I said, does it matter, after all? Do we need to record the details of our lives, does it matter? … Continue reading Magical thinking, magical writing
Another Poem from the Past (while I work on my philosophy essay)
P.M. Behind your eyes is a forest: Fresh air, cool water running, Leaf filtered sunlight, Moss, ferns, mushrooms, Decaying logs. Eyelash curling coy around your hazel tree eyes. It is dark, cold, damp and I have no compass. Under the old leaves are shoots, and beetles. Footsteps around and around, who else is in this … Continue reading Another Poem from the Past (while I work on my philosophy essay)
Stay Calm, Be Brave and wait for the Signs
I have been spending much of my time thinking and writing in my wonderful philosophy class that I am taking long distance from Memorial University in Newfoundland. Prof Craig Cramm offers a gem of a course for students looking for an elective, and the class has more engineering students than philosophy students. This is my last class … Continue reading Stay Calm, Be Brave and wait for the Signs
More Poetry from a Dusty File
Mess I am a mess inside my head, ideas roam about like cattle chased by dogs and men. Constant fear and fullness Hold the world near to me. My voice stops at my mouth, held british tight no weakness. Pour spirits thru my teeth, my very own sweet mouth, will weaken, face redden, eyes … Continue reading More Poetry from a Dusty File
Bart – A cat remembered in poetry
Orange Miracle - Conceived by a girl cat, amber eyes and wild, and a rough sick male with blood on his nails. I was midwife to your mother Big fat orange boy. You came from nowhere and exist for no reason. And yet you lie on my couch now, a six hundred dollar bandage on … Continue reading Bart – A cat remembered in poetry
Found: Old Poetry
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
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
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 