I walked out this morningto a rustle in the treetopslight wind from the northspiralling the last maplesearthward in unison,a carpet from abovedescending around mehouse buildingfor the queen beeas she prepares to sleepunder the white blanketjust ahead. ml’25 (we have snow in the forecast for Sunday) (original image from pixabay.com)
Author: Mark
Poetry
Angels On Her Fingertips
Angels on her fingertips,dancing lightlyas she weavesthe deep rumbleand soprano pipefor a waiting worldsmiling with joyas one braidbobs in perfectsyncopationto the rhythmsin her soul……Anna Lapwood ml’25 (If you haven’t heard Anna Lapwood I highly recommend a visit to Anna Lapwood at Youtube!)
Recycling
Feeling Knotty
So as the season begins to move indoors I had a hankering for more knotwork. I thought my usual paracord bracelets might be a little narrow for men so I have been playing with widening the bands. The green and black paracord bracelet above is an example of a wider
People
Clary
(From the unpublished ‘K444 – Growing Up In The Shadow of a Rusty Boat’) Childhood is made up of exploring our senses; tasting everything with an eye to disliking it, touching objects to learn their density, hardness, warmth or cold, watching pets and older siblings to mimic them, listening for
Lists
Colourful Black and White
I woke up at 6:15 am this morning and within 10 minutes I had logged into my computers, checked 3 email accounts, scanned the Blue Jays game writeup on Sportsnet and was halfway through the headlines at CBC.ca. And it got me thinking… In today’s world everything is pushed at
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Honouring Memories
The year was 1978, I was stationed next to the Sweetwater Canal in beautiful downtown Ismailia, Egypt and feeling very, very far from home. A lot of things had happened in my family that year I was away, some good things like the birth of my nephews Matt and Kris,