Books, Beverages, The Moon

It had always been my dream to create a hit beverage. I wanted children in Sudan drinking my cans and doctors in Toronto sipping my bottles.
Poem of the week

For you again, this morning.

Again...

ETHIOPIA IN MY SOUL poem

How lucky we are, never to worry about moisture coming from the air. It makes me grieve for the parched areas of the world, like Ethiopia, where the women are braver than mountains.

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.

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