I never liked this TV show, or this one, or that one over there, which is really the same as… Read more what doesn’t kill you, kills you slower/live your life
the longing of particles
It was always slipping between the pillows. Beyond my inhale. In the wringing time of night, for the life… Read more the longing of particles
waiting for the second paragraph
“There’s a season for everything” but o, how greedy, Mourning, the way you force your choreography on our dances and… Read more waiting for the second paragraph
it was the music, wasn’t it?
She really did laugh pretty hard, and she was pretty sure those adverbs were completely necessary. Why was she thinking… Read more it was the music, wasn’t it?
Enough, Trump Dichotomists. Enough.
This may come as a shock to some people, but there’s actually a lot of us in the whole wide… Read more Enough, Trump Dichotomists. Enough.
please turn it down
Why the explosion? You’re deafening my dreams, the yelling is sewing up sarcastic seams. I’ve grown into pink and… Read more please turn it down
amiel’s journal
in my late husband’s heart breaking collection of whatnots I’ve been going through, I found the memorial information for the… Read more amiel’s journal
the riverbank
basil is no clown
in a world of common clownery
abstractly tossed tomfoolery
a desperate bid for scenery
that turns it all to remedy
and here stands Basil…
Oh Love, what a big ending/beginning
I wanted to write a tribute to my late husband, but words fail me.Like this song, his life ended too… Read more Oh Love, what a big ending/beginning
Just a sigh
I guess I’m late to the tribute party but a local radio station did a fantastic tribute to TH, where… Read more Just a sigh
tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery… (a re-post in honour of her upcoming ninth birthday)
on her owl backpack, “Doctor Vanessa, she does have blood in her wing so she’ll be fine. But there’s no… Read more tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery… (a re-post in honour of her upcoming ninth birthday)
Grandma’s Hands
Originally posted on Ivor.Plumber/Poet:
I wonder what mum and grandma are thinking Mum was born after the First World War…
say no to clowns 