The 4 AM moths

  Sleeping has never been difficult for me - more it's waking up that seems the challenge - but I find that as I get older, waking up at 4 in the morning is becoming a regular thing. I've even seen more than a few dawns lately, something I thought I'd left behind. More of…

Moist

Words - I love them. I even love the great huge portmanteau words (a la Alice in Wonderland) that carry loads of meanings between their consonants. I am gently mocked by friends and stared at by strangers when my three-syllable ones tumble out instead of shorter, clearer phrases. It's my sloppy brain filing system. I reach…

Does It Ever Get Dark Here – Little Fiction | Big Truths – Medium

IN the summer, busloads of American tourists arrive in the Yukon. Invariably awed by the midnight sun, they shuffle up to locals, ice cream cones in one hand and guidebooks in the other, asking… — Read on medium.com/little-fiction-big-truths/does-it-ever-get-dark-here-9f51d9b012fc Love the writing in this. I can feel that hate in me, too, but it is for…

Now is the Summer of our Discontent

Made impossible torment by this fog of humidity And all the clouds upon the horizon looming Lessen not the damp through lightning or storming Now our brows are laced with gobs of sweat Our pale-white arms hidden from the sun as we search for coolth And fierce horns presage the coming of ships Shrouded in…

On Royal Weddings, PDA, and the Preservation of Love

I'm not a royal fan, though I give the Queen all sorts of credit for serving her office with grace and charm throughout some tumultuous years. I've always been suspicious of inherited positions and wealth - it's so cynical of me because of course, I inherited privilege as well - a healthy upbringing, sort of,…

Prepared to grieve

The tragedy of the Humboldt hockey players bus crash and the loss of all those sweet boys was and is truly horrible. I feel for parents and friends and other teams and everyone involved. Especially the driver that survived... But while this is happening, and we respond by doing things like putting hockey sticks outside…

It’s Evening. . .

Of a foggy foggy day, filled with grey skies so low and looming that one could easily slip away in them, vanish like the ferry as it skims to and fro. The fog has finally cleared and the reflection of the lights on the water seems oddly bright. Even the ferry lights seem shinier than usual,…

On geese, and horrible people, and fear for the future

I'm not ordinarily an anxious person. Life flows by and stuff happens and it bothers me, but I don't usually have the sense of creeping dread that envelops me now. It seems like human beings are losing their compass if indeed we ever had one.  Of course, there is the madness south of our Canadian…

Statute of Limitations

I've just read Nuala O'Faolin's "Almost There", a book of the second half of her life, after the success of part one of her memoir. I love her writing and she makes me want to go live in Ireland forever, but in this book, I found myself irritated by her perspective. She spent the book…

Men

I've been lucky in my life. I've had at least four angel men in my life. My dad, of course, who shared so much with me in my childhood, taught me the importance of art in a working life, showed me how to carve, draw, photograph, sculpt, paint, and cope with chronic illness with continual…