When first you breakshards of you like shrapnelembedded in the stuccoyou once called ‘home’,tiny men in bibbed overallsbuild walls brick by brickwet mortar flyingto protect you while you heal,a facade brightly paintedin rainbow huesto hide the wounded heartinside. ml’25 (original image by Elexa on Pixabay)
Life
Random Thoughts
I have random thoughts all the time, some make me go hmmm…, some evaporate as fast as the come. My wife once said I should write a book of the odd ideas and quotes I come up with so ok, here we go. I plan to pin this to the
Lists
10 White Privilege Annoyances
I try hard, really I do, to be a better person every time I kick off the covers first thing and slip into my slippers. But some things still annoy me, probably to remind me I have miles to go before I get to a point where I can be
Poetry
176
It sounds so clinical,176 – like a tokenor ticket clutchedwaitingfor your starched shirtsor bakery orderbut to his motherthere was a namesung deep like a lullabybeyond our earsor comprehension,whispered softlyby his partneror joyfullyby his children,but to us he was a numbera beautiful black and white numbersleek amongst the waves he called
Digital Work
Sunset
An idea I had on the way home from a lovely afternoon party. This is my first digital image in a very long time. Enjoy,Mark
Digital Work
Wellington West
An image I took (with manipulation) soon after we moved to Ottawa. My wife and son walking along Wellington Ave, which is a really cool and funky part of the city. Still one of my favourite shots – ever. Enjoy,Mark