When I ask myself why I never finish anything- my mind will assume that this question is valid and that the statement is true and I will supply all kinds of evidence and end up concluding that I shouldn't even bother writing. I call this particular kind of self-questioning leading the witness. It's like … Continue reading Leading the Witness.
My grandmother was quiet and mysterious and knew mysterious things.
She was part gypsy, at least that is what I grew up believing.
She could heal wounds, and cure sickness, and she always knew how things would turn out.
She could predict bad news, and see right through untrustworthy people.
She knew what to do about both.
She had secret recipes, and special remedies,
and wise old sayings, to fit every situation.
She believed in good luck and friendly forces.
She also believed in the unfriendly forces,
and she took great pains to protect us from them.
I would watch her fill a little cloth bag with needles,
and nails and…
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“Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book It's December 31st 2017. I am re-blogging this post from 2013, a very difficult year in my life and I'm sending it out to anyone who has struggled in 2017.. Life this year has been stamping it's foot, screaming at … Continue reading A New Year Wish for anyone struggling and not able to celebrate
I am reposting this from a few years ago because today is December 6th. and every year on this day I like to take a moment to reflect and remember what happened on this day 28 years ago. On December 6 in Canada many of us commemorate the anniversary of the Montreal Massacre,at L'École Polytechnique de … Continue reading Remembering December 6.
I am trying to write a poem because I am sad-- and because summer is ending- and because a poet I love has died. I am trying to write a poem because-- as the days grow short and the nights fall so suddenly- all my summers- of innocence and invincibility are coming to an end … Continue reading I am trying to write a poem