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You are getting sleeeepppyyyy…

When I was first diagnosed with ALS, the one thing I could not get under control was the fear. More than a fear actually, it was the sheer terror of knowing the horrific journey I was headed on, the gradual... Continue Reading →

Murmuration

hundreds, thousands, pairs of tiny wings separately beat, yet together they swoop, dive, soar, move as one, lifting my heart aloft my spirit soaring my faith restored my soul soothed once again, hope My friends, new and old, and ones... Continue Reading →

Sunset Promises

Here in the cove, we've witnessed many incredible sunsets, like the above picture. Tonight's sunset, below, was not particularly spectacular, unless maybe you see things a little differently. Sunset Promises Wind-whipped whitecaps turn blue water grey Rain menaced, no delivery... Continue Reading →

Insomnia (not enough sheep)

Insomnia Nonnet Sun setting, night falls, sandman rising Blithely skipping over my bed Counting sheep, I want braised shanks Warm milk, stomach curdles Lullaby? too old Drugs? Just Say No toss and turn Hello Moon

Michael

All night the currents swirled and tugged while I floated rudderless, no course Adrift, helpless, on the brink Of capsizing, sinking But mooring lines fixed, You held steady Always my Anchor, Safe.

NaPoWriMo: Sweet, Bitter Nonnet

I'm an emotional eater, like a lot of folks, and have often turned to a "treat" for comfort during stressful times. With a few health issues lately, and the early stages of a recovery plan, I've made drastic changes to... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo: Scalloped Edges

Butter sizzles, bivalves hit the pan searing edges brown while inside all tender succulence so soft that under sea snuggled in clam beds mermaids, heads on pillowy scallops, sleep

NaPoWriMo: Afternoon Tea

Last week, while on a photography outing, my friend Stella and I stopped for lunch at Adrienne's Tea Room. Afternoon tea is a big stinking deal around Victoria, a lingering Colonial tradition, and I am all about many small bites... Continue Reading →

A Cup of Tea

I love my nightly cup of tea, and it seems fitting to finish out National Poetry Writing Month with the same ritual I finish my day with. I can't talk about tea without mention of Halifax's Phil "Tea" Holmans. The... Continue Reading →

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