dappled fog drifts,between feetcrunching on the sand;like a twining catin search of an early supper,or treat from my shirt pocket. street lights peer,between houses,sinking in the soil;like a
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Caviar and Crackers
Salt taste,rippling across my tongue,rolling black pebblesbursting at the edgesymbolic lifeto slake my thirsty palettelong drafts of femininityat its’ sourcereduced to here and nowencased in the soft tangslipped
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Tenalach
Tenalach: A relationship one has with the land, air and water; a deep connection that allows you to literally hear the Earth Sing. – Old Irish Ahh bless
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A Mixtape of Memories
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
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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
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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