Author: Mark

Poetry

The Glimmer of Gratitude

We march forward one foot at a time,plodding towards the line that separatespresent from past tense,at times feeling the cold rain sluicingdown your back beneath your collar,until a wet nose nuzzles your armand licks your hand,and in that moment you feelthe glimmer of gratitudeknowing you live in the nowinstead of

Life Recycling

Before Carting Things To The Dump

There is a popular Sunday Night sport here in Ottawa On Tundra – strolling the neighbourhood in search of treasures at the curb before the garbageman hauls them away on Monday morning! The stuff at the curb absolutely amazes me! Obviously in another lifetime I must have been a second