Tuesday, June 2, 2015 Disheartening news this week, a dear, dear friend has lung cancer, he just found out on Tuesday, June 2, 2015, his right lung will be removed in the next few weeks. My heart embraces you brother. I have decided to regard dying as the finish line. My loved ones, who broke… Continue reading Watching the paint dry and the time fly…
The Quiet
[Written Sunday Night] It is quiet here tonight. I sit at the kitchen table. I can hear the intermittent patter of rain, on the awning, just outside the kitchen window. We are alone together, those insistent raindrops and I. They remind me that the world is carrying on regardless of human feelings, and they comfort… Continue reading The Quiet
Spinach Balls
We are in the midst of a dry spell here at the little house in the city, it is almost a drought. The drug addicted expanse of lawn behind our property has not been watered, and it is mostly crispy brown at this point. Even so, yesterday a fellow on a riding lawn mower was… Continue reading Spinach Balls
Trying To Reach You
A quiet day with pencils. And rhubarb. A Doodle: Language Waves A Proem: Trying To Reach You I don’t swim anymore. I remember it though. I remember the cool smooth press of cold water, moving softly, slowly over my skin. I remember the light escaping with each movement, reaching back into the sky. I remember… Continue reading Trying To Reach You
I am not bored yet!
Wednesday, May 20, 2105 Today I sold the bunk beds in the second bedroom, to the neighbour, for their two small sons. I sold it to her for 1/3 of what I paid for them, and they were used only twice. She dismantled it and carried it home, with a small bit of assistance from… Continue reading I am not bored yet!