PORTUGUESE COVE NOVA SCOTIA poem

Everyone has a poem within; let it out. My wife & I enjoy traversing back roads where outposts like Portuguese Cove, where history, family life and the smell of adventure abounds.

AWAKENING poem

Imagine the morning mist, slowly evaporating from the lake near your tent, water shushing against your canoe, the cry of early loons, spiderwebs crystallized on trees. Imagine.
Cherry

Christmas, Tradition, Love Affairs

I’ve never had much luck with the ladies. It’s impossible for me to say the right thing, because there’s a special “Wrong” filter in my brain.

Budget

I’ve woken up this morning to another budget day I’m going to try to beat it there’s got to be a way I’ve scribbled and I’ve jotted to try and form a plan

Bus Stops, Baldness, Inventions

A poorly fed cat crosses the road, narrowly missing a double decker bus as she jumps onto the pavement and into a bush.

Your record changed my life

Your record changed my life There is a kind of Darwinism to record collecting. He got off the wagon to get in the car. Life for sale. Happy 30th birthday Stuart.
Cherry

Within These Walls

Good to be back. Been ill. This is just a moment, an impression caught while in hospital

Another Fine Mess

Answers on a postcard... oh alright, then - Genesis 25:29-34.

Elegance

These foolish things...

Nan’s Stories

Speaking sepia-toned sentiments, she looks away to the past

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