I lose a fair bit in the way of thought and phrases as a result of not writing things down as they occur. I tell myself I’ll remember the train of thought. I tell myself I’ll remember the circumstances that led to the inspiration and make lightning strike twice. Neither of those things ever happens. Sometimes, I forget I’ve had an idea at all. A … Continue reading dead is dead
it happens against my wishes at times since my heart is determined to embrace bleakness and despairing too often, but the feet have a will of their own. a bit of base, a crash of drums, some keyboard and guitar; mingling melodies that vibrate and transmute until all is movement. the head dips and the shoulders roll, the torso swivels in counterpoint to the hips, … Continue reading dancing
how many shades of green in the backyard cedar hedge, how many variegated branches flicker in the sun? impossible to count – the more you look, the more you see. more greens dance there than live in my box of crayons, and i bought the deluxe set. how many differing raindrops fall on how many differing blades of grass, each welcoming the varied deluge as … Continue reading one true way (poetry)
I love watching “Miss Congeniality.” It’s funny without descending into the overtly stupid. And while there are gem-moments aplenty – who doesn’t want to do UV paint drumming with Sandra Bullock? – I think perhaps my favourite scene is the contestant interviews that take place early in the competition. In response to being asked to describe her perfect date, Cheryl, the sweetly naïve Miss Rhode … Continue reading Not too hot, not too cold.
From Famine to Feast. 