Oaken and frozen
You don’t hear his command,
so he delivers a bitter reprimand
and takes you down with a hard smack.
He teaches you a lesson with a whack
to the knee, a stab in your low back. Continue reading
You come from a land of drama. On Vancouver Island gardens and drunks share a word: Lush. Its mountain peaks split the ski like axes and windstorms batter homes rougher than Viking invaders. Natural colour wails like a Saturday night, as unavoidable as a beach party in June.
Maybe because the last time you lived there you were an adolescent it will always be a land of Romantic Comedy, Shakespearean tragedy, The Greatest Show on Earth. Nothing, nothing, nothing in moderation. Like the farmer’s field across from your old high school known province-wide for its hallucinogenic magic mushrooms. Every fall pickers arrived and kids skipped school to harvest organically grown highs until one kid totaled his brain on a bad batch of mushrooms. Drama. Continue reading
The weatherman warns
stay away from water.
All day the clouds shroud
in a way I had not considered
before I dyed
My head blends into land, water, sky
swathed in its uniform grey,
blue-grey, green-grey. Sky
churns, grumbles, low
clouds fill Scotch
Point for the
day. Continue reading
Never underestimate the power of a cane thrust directly at a strategic body part. Myra Tellingheusen via Twitter
One-liner Wednesday & Just Jot It January are like PB&J.
Katsushika Hokusai’s “The Great Wave Off Kanagawa”
I felt no different when I woke at 2:00 a.m. than when I had fallen into bed four hours earlier but, as is my habit when I wake in the wee hours, I checked my phone for the daily horoscope – to be prepared. The usual exhortations about my love life and relationships glowed in front of my eyes. Then I read the “If today is your birthday…” bit which said:
There will be numerous occasions over the coming year when it seems as if you are at the mercy of events, and to a large extent you will be. But that does not mean you cannot bend those events to your will. You’re smart enough to make it happen.
I stumbled out of bed in the dark to the bathroom, flicked on the light and looked in the mirror to inspect the damage of a 4th consecutive night of crappy sleep. A strange woman with grey hair looked back at me. Continue reading
This latté cost more than these jeans
bought at the thrift store next door –
a balanced economy, declined and consumable. Continue reading
Railroaded time in tracks
‘twixt my eyes – the trip to 59.
Daily squints, become grooves with
ties to hindsight – sometimes –
but no regrets not even when
the twin in the mirror thickens
and I flinch at the nicks of time
and the span that lies
between the 11s, the age
I don’t feel inside.
We kneel before her beauty,
dear equinox creature –
pressed to the earth,
seeking her scent
beneath peeking petticoats –
we feel glee, regaled.
She believes in eternity not
entropy, hectors the earth
– fertilize me! perpetually.
Yet, despite fealty,
she expires, petal by petal –
evanescent – earthward.
Your old photo is a great lake of what ifs
that floats a skiff of because, whys Continue reading