A New Day

Schrödinger's Dog by Martin Dumont, translation by John Cullen, ©2020, Other Press Loss is a difficult topic for people to read ab...

Death and dying. I sense a theme. Is it the age I am at? Really? Early forties?! A mite young for contemporaries, but we are exposed to dea...

11 - the number of years we would have had what would have happened? where would we be? would it have been deserving of steel? or ...

as the wind blows as my story goes people come and others flow through my pictures in my dreams just fleeting memories so it seems ...

Somewhere between a smile  and a sigh the world swirled, stopped and set my soul on fire burning pictures  of life  as I kn...

I twisted in my sheets, trying to escape the visions in my mind. He was there. It was lies and I knew it, but my dreamscape refused to allow...

heart filled  up with a thousand  sparks  of  disbelief over  the  loss  of  you... Alone  to  face tomorrow no direction  to claim as sa...

Mother's Day 2005 Sun shone. Air gentle and mild plastered faces in smiles My first Day. Eyes held a beginning tale that would concl...

river is swollen sky refuses to stop crying gray skies match my eyes ~ Just needed a reminder today.

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning and you are wrenched from sleep by the distinct sound of your child whimpering from their room. You dash dow...

Over at One Stop Poetry  today, there is a suggestion to write something to honour family at Christmas time. I started with a different thou...

Tears stream, nay in yesterday's dream, but drizzle fair given memory's care.  I walked this path before... I need no help to...

   Rain patters outside my window. I hustled, but the grass got trimmed, although not edged. I get so many odd looks when I toodle around on...

I sat on the rooftop watching the night sky without seeing a star. I sat staring out the window of the moving van, missing all the wonders o...

To have and to hold;   - you were always mine and true For better or for worse;    -lovers spats seemed never to reach "I've h...

Memories:  *Splashing in huge puddles at the side of the road as we walked home from school in spring/summer. We would yell to the passing ...

   Grief. What does it mean to me today? It has been a close personal friend of mine over the last two years, but has graced me with its pre...

   I have finally had a chance to read a few blogs that I have not had a chance to peruse over the hectic holidays. It is almost like not ha...

Thanks for the inspiration Corrie. I need this medicine myself today. I am sad, because the lady I was gardening for died last night. She le...

The weather has been pretty wet and, dare I say it, crappy the last couple of weeks. We have had more rain than sun. It is hard on the psych...