Autobiography

Unseasonal Hail!

Under fire from pelting ice granules, like gravel chucked, crunching underfoot – soon melts, sun shines, briefly.
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The Long Road Home

begins with a little boy and his dog Prince both skipping along a gravel road. Cars are few -- money is a dream and allowances unknown. Life is...

Way?-markers

When walk instructions are unclear, and arrow-signs the worse for wear – why does the colour disappear? – they might, if shaped to point the way...
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When Time Stood Still

We go to our secret place where day and night have no meaning, lock time away in a room of our minds hide key for safe keeping, relax in serenity of...

Where I'm From

I am from trucks, from tools and computers. I am from the snow under the swing-set. (White, glistening, It tasted like ice.) I am from deer hiding...

Golden Crown

You named me ugly, and you called me weird. You unheeded my plead, and met me with a sneer. I never heard those nasty words before, never in such a...
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The Truth of Things

The Truth of Things 16/03/2019 How old were you when you first unearthed the truth of things, saw through the illusion youth creates, realised that...
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Short Letter To My Younger Self.

Tuesday 12 th March 2019. Dear younger me, I was just sitting here in the kitchen with a coffee on a Tuesday afternoon, listening to the rain pouring...
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Rouyn Noranda Strike

During the year of ’54 households felt the sting of less food after months of income losses. A strike meant everything was at a standstill in town-...

Snap Shot

Nostalgic wisps of former days as bobbing boats flock like sheep, photo flash left blemish colours happy accident bathed in red, many individuals...