These Walls I Can Take – Rosiehardie – Flickr However, I will still post my Thursday poem… Fierce victories for these tiny warriors;With every step each foot placed before the otherMarching towards over-priced coffee,and outlook,and too many carbohydrates for lunch.Pressed shirts, coats thoroughly caressed by the lint roller,and for a lucky few a pat on the ass on the way out the door. There’s one who wears a hand knit hat with flaps for his ears, in spite of his charcoal gray suit;One last vestige of his days of touring with improvisational folk rock bands.He’s old enough now to be…
Like Ivory – Olivia Bee – Flickr Evidently, April has been designated the month to celebrate poetry. I shall pretend that April began today, and will post a poem each day until May. Because it is Spring, and creativity is bubbling up like a nearly defrosted brook. Haiku for Wednesday, April 8th Sister of the rainA flood wells up from the caveNow truth garden stirs
I thought about something for a good portion of the weekend, most of yesterday, and then again today. As is so often the case in Schnooville, this thought permeated my brain and trickled out into the real world, where a fabulous singer performed a song she had written on this exact topic at a fund raising event that I attended last night. I’m pretty sure she was singing it for me. I am irresistibly, undeniably drawn to brilliant, talented men who are almost always completely emotionally unavailable. Like a determined primate, I get my hands on these coconuts and poke…
My mom is one of twelve children. French Canadian Catholic. All of her brothers and sisters are quite close in age, and all remained fairly geographically close. I grew up with a giant tangle of cousins and other relations at each major holiday, which was always a huge celebration filled with food and music. My grandfather was an alcoholic. I never met him. He died long before I was even imagined, which is another story I hope to be able to share with you one day. As a result, many of his personal demons were passed along to the next…
I think, actually I’m pretty positive, that it was almost exactly one year ago that I ended a four year relationship. I stayed at our home for a couple of weeks, which is completely inadvisable, and shortly thereafter, which is EXACTLY one year ago today, I moved out. I left my old life, my home, and my dog behind and put everything I own into storage, moved into the basement of my friends’ house, and slept for almost a month on an air mattress. Then I moved (during the TTC strike) the air mattress and my suitcase to my cousin’s…
