There comes a time,when Jack Daniels,road runs,watching the dawnrise over Mt. Tolmie,being sillyin Hyde Parkand Hurricane Floydon a Hyannis beach,gives weighto ibuprofen,comfy shoes,and playing fetchwith Friedabefore breakfast,when what mattersare friendsnear and far,past, presentand future,Where they are,what they are doing,are they happy,or needing a shoulder,or just in a box,on the shelf,waiting
Author: Mark
Ferrari Festival
Only in Ottawa, Little Italy to be precise, would you find a festival devoted to that ultimate of sports cars – the Ferrari. Every year we make a point of spending an evening having a gander at the ‘mid-life crisis’ of sports cars. It makes me wonder who has an
Apartment 2B
2 floors up,above the swirling littered dreams,I watched – eyes red.He came – shuffling, head down,gnarled bony hands hung loose,A ravaged fedora perched,on bleached white straw.I stepped outside myself and stared,feeling his age and pain.And for a moment forgot my own,began to smile,realizing as he passed,he was whistling… ml’98 (New
Simply Beautiful
They say ‘A smile is a beautiful thing.’ but even more beautiful are the people and things that make you smile. Smiles are kind of sneaky, creeping across your lips when you least expect them, when the weight of the world is on your shoulders or you are deep in
Looking Up To Childhood
Who doesn’t remember lying on your back in the Summer sun cloud gazing? Such memories, guessing the cloud shapes with Clay on the back of wet cedar log. Or on a raft in the middle of the bay, with the smell of salt and the drone of pals playing in