I remember onceliving insidethe land of ‘Dreams’how different I was,craving Coffee Crisp,Butter tarts,and Nanaimo Bars,missing Jim Hewson’s voiceor Bob Cole,while I watchedsome cop showon Saturday night. We might be neighborsuntil you add the ‘u’and national pridekicks inlike 3 fingers of JDor the first dragon a Camel 100,and the Mac and
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
Fairy Slipper
Fairy slipper softgliding up and downlightlylike tiny puffs of windcalled from deepwithin the soul of infinity,drawn to the lightby the kiss of gentlenessto float tonesamongst the cloudsof smilesradiatingfrom all who hear… …Einaudi 2025 (inter-generational bliss, he is ironically loved by myself and a couple of millennials I know.)
Poetry
The Silence of Snow
The silence of snoweach decibel cocooned between the flakesfalling gently from a deep blue sky. Trees mantled in lace like debutantesgnarled bark hidden from their suitorsWaiting for the prom that Spring will bring There is a peace when breathing frostsbefore my face and fingers tinglelike angels dancing two-step. Ahead a
Poetry
The Old Man The River And The Sea
Said the old man to the river,“I am a pebble to your torrent,barely rattling as I am carriedfar below my grassy knoll.” And the river deeply rumbled,flashing waves upon its’ crest,as it pondered some rebuttal,something wise it could empart. “We are the same,” it finally answered,“for I am but a
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Bare Trees
Bare trees10,000 fingers stretching skywardto feel the winds caressone last timebefore their deep slumberbeneath the frozen mantlein dreams of running sapand tiny leaves dancingin the breeze once more. We are bare trees8 billion fingers stretching outwardto feel the caress of humanityif only oncebefore the deep slumberbeneath the verdant greenin endless
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shadows behind curtains
Shadows behind curtainsflicker grey on greythrough mist and clatterof dishes scrubbedrobotlikeone side to the other. I smile and wavea pause suspendeddish poised for the rackand then a smile returnedperhaps the firstand last exchanged upon this day. ml’24 (The isolation of Covid has brought a new reality to all, especially those