Saturday, 26 December 2015


a day with more darkness than sun
yet lights everywhere
someone asleep on the Athens rug
someone strumming down below
serenades waving and welling
feathering the nest of dreams

Tuesday, 22 December 2015

Holiday balloons

sometimes it all swells up
but in a good way
and you just go along with it
a bit bleary and teary
and welling into the ether
holding on as loose and fast as you can
and trusting in the crest of dreams

Saturday, 19 December 2015

impatience is...

waiting for Santa
adhering to late night feeding schedules
imagining 11th hour inspirations careening around deadline corners
wiling away a day an hour a minute a moment
instead of wrestling the bear hug and buttery embrace that is
simply being in it all
imperfectly perfect
this moment
right now

Tuesday, 15 December 2015

December 15, 1999

A holiday party at Fort Edmonton!
Sleigh rides for the kids, potluck and cheer...
On a minus 30 night with blowing snow...
Sorry kiddies but the sleigh rides are cancelled.
But wait...who is that zooming around the cabin?
Does he live he the resident kitty?
'One of the strays that hangs around...we're not supposed to feed them but sometimes we do.'
And there he was: outside in the snow happy to hop into a lap nestled under a winter coat
and purr and purr and purr.
Time to head home and what were two allergic people to do?
Abscond with a new comrade in tow.
Happy anniversary sweet sweet Frente kit.

Saturday, 12 December 2015

Procrastination strategies

a closet in need of decluttering
holds the promise of buried treasures...
the adventures of a human squirrel

Friday, 11 December 2015

Spoon rest

snuggled by mr Frente
boughs in the darkness of a new moon night
each day less daylight
soon headed the other way
but for now basking in the shroud
torrie pads on forearm
cats and jams
and tea with jam jam and bread
with jam with jam
with jam and bread

Thursday, 10 December 2015


a warm smile
on a chilly day at the bus stop
possibly somebody's grandpa
lucky ones

Sunday, 6 December 2015

Feline agenda

right now...zzz...
for the next several hours...zzz...
at some intermittent time in the morning
commence to poke, prod and rouse the bipedals
snug on up, tuck on down
acquiesce for now
roll on like small thunder shortly after dawn
let's get busy!
the perfect start to another day

Wednesday, 2 December 2015

Not quite midnight

  • purring on the duvet
  • muffins...muffins..muffins
  • tallying of online impulse purchase ('all will be revealed')
  • earbud connection to Motor Away...years away and back again
  • sorry news from across the pond...not the way...never the least on the Walkman there was a rewind button
  • erasing lines drawn...collective damage

Saturday, 28 November 2015


seated on the bus this morning
behind a man in a red parka and black toque
with 'hope' tattooed on the back of his neck in gothic lettering
this afternoon watching a woman walking across the street
with a small dog or maybe just her shadow
either way she had company
and we are all passengers

Sunday, 22 November 2015

Friday, 20 November 2015


just getting a little more comfortable with the idea that we are all of us melting bit by bit more as time goes by.


the branches are beckoning
to the small ones who flit in and out
all about
they shroud the white white bunny
turned a little too soon against brown grass
remnant leaves
a skiff of snow
a month to solstice
and then we head back again
cheeks to the sun

Monday, 16 November 2015


shorter days
filtered rays
not as much light to guide us on
but what makes its way
solaring through
is low
like bumping into an old friend unexpectedly
however briefly
deep dark now
but tomorrow more buoyancy
the promise of brighter things
to come
for everyone

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

And then one day...

you wake up
and hope is on your doorstep
so you ask her in and make a pot of tea
you chat a bit about this and that
and without wanting to be rude or intrusive
wonder aloud about where she's been the last little while
and she replies that she would've come round sooner
but was busy and needed elsewhere
you have a nice visit but soon it is time for her to move on
you escort her to the door
thank her for coming
and in wishing her well on her way
ask her to come again
she promises she will
and then she flys away

Tuesday, 3 November 2015


cotton fluff falling down
tucking in
blanketing rooftops
and there
and then

Thursday, 29 October 2015

-5 C

a little inventory before sleep
anticipating digging
putting them all to bed tomorrow

straw flowers
dusty millers
lava terra
auto correct makes me meant all oh never mind
and two still blooming despite the cold the frost...
snap dragons and anemones
tomorrow's trowel will pass them by
dig another day

Friday, 23 October 2015

Johnny jump ups

Earlier today I was on my way to an action on the steps of the legislature
Off the bus and cutting through the mall enroute to our meeting point
I passed through a department store with some Halloween displays
But also Christmas because hey, afterall it's already October
And I saw a boxed tree trimmed with lights for only $699.99
I continued on my way
And we did our doing
Held our action
People spoke about green energy jobs and the prospect of a new economy
Eight people held pinwheels
I held a miniature oil rig
Walking on the way home there was a tiny violet pushing up through cracks in the pavement

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Threading ahead

there is a thin green ribbon
hanging from one of the branches of the poplar tree
along the route of the squirrel
and in the flitting path of the chickadees
maybe it will blow away into the alley of trash cans
maybe it will be stole away and find itself woven into magpie nests
or maybe it will rest there over the coming days weeks months
a little band of green waving
through the coming white white white of winter

Monday, 19 October 2015

Today is the day

sometimes it's just as simple as that:
you put one foot in front of the other
and it may take awhile but sooner than later you realize you've arrived
you've reached your destination

and I guess we'll find out later where we're going from here
where we all collectively arrived at
charting the course laid out before us
one little X at a time

Sunday, 18 October 2015

Tic tic tic

this morning the sound of persistence
across the patio in the backyard
and up a few feet above the wilting geraniums
tic tic tic
tic tic tic
rhythmic insistent
a small woodpecker
hammering away at the side of the house
reminding me of that old disco song
shake shake shake
shake shake shake
shake your booty
shake your booty
all over
this old house

Thursday, 15 October 2015

News of the world

'wild bear roams shopping mall
before being shot dead'

my cursor is blinking but my typing fingers fail me
a heavy heart makes connecting the dots slow sad

peace to bruins everywhere

Tuesday, 13 October 2015


some days you can read and hear and think all kinds of things
like how permafrost is melting
and that methane is even more dangerous than carbon dioxide
and how the coral reefs are bleaching
and this will be bad for algae fish
bad for all of us
and then you watch some national election coverage and think
what a dog and pony show (no disrespect to dogs or ponies)
and you're about to drift off to the land of nod
after a day of not the best news of the world
and a kitten nestles on top of the duvet on your toes
and you remember why things however messed up
are lovely
and worth swimming for

Saturday, 10 October 2015

Saturday Saturday Saturday

basement guitar strumming
kitten post dinner snoozing
the beckoning beacon of a late night rock show
recalling many years ago
a dear friend with denim overalls/tartan cuffs
the age of bay city rollers
more art
less pop
but pop is tasty too

Wednesday, 7 October 2015


first thing this morning
a magpie under the eaves at the window
wanting in?
ominous clouds and then bright sun
the sound of a lawnmower down the street
alternatives to raking
tonight to the airport
collecting an old friend
do we collect friends?
maybe just special ones
leaves pennies comrades

Sunday, 4 October 2015


so so so
I gotta run now
Run along the top of the fence and then down and out into the yard
Near the back where there are lots of cones
LOTS of cones
And then I'll run back up and over and across the patio
Around the clay pots
By the anenomes, the portulaca, the asters and the dahlias
And then I'll make my way over into the next yard
The one with the mammoth spruce
And I'll snag myself a cone
Cause that is where the tasty eating comes in
And when I'm done I'll grab some more cones and I'll stash them here
Under this step so there'll be lots
LOTS of cones for when the snow comes
Because sure
Today is a nice sunny day
But soon it will be winter
And who'll be laughing then?
Gotta run!

Wednesday, 30 September 2015


it is soft and golden here
and quite still
in the way that a late windless afternoon can be
and i hope it is that way for you
wherever you are
that it is lovely
and memorable
the stillness of being...

Monday, 28 September 2015


something unsettling when you chip a tooth
at first the sensation that maybe all is not
as it was
but maybe something lodged...dislodged?
finding a wayward way
but the tongue tells
speaks out that something is not as it was
ragged jagged uneven
wondering now where the remnants are
moving their way along the stream
river of me

Friday, 25 September 2015


i don't know if it's the sun, the autumn turning foliage or something about flight patterns, but birds keep flying into our windows.  robins, sparrows and others.  the contact with the panes must be painful and makes a heart wrenching thud sound.  in my dreams tonight, i plan to start weaving thick blankets to cover all the coverings so that when they come around again they will be softly welcomed and tucked...a brief respite before they continue on their way...

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

Dryocopus pileatus jr.

rustling around in the dogwood
it's easy to get distracted by sparrows
and the hording squirrel
(how many pine cones can he possibly need anyway???)
flitting about from branch to branch
finding just the right purchase
and then eureka! peck peck peck peck peck
peck peck peck
peck peck
all in a day's work

Monday, 21 September 2015

Eutaschian tubes

Little filaments
Whittling down in down
Ear to pillow pillow to ear
Soft tracks
Boots in snow

Monday, 14 September 2015

Monday night sonics

tires spraying
rain soaked asphalt
Supro Corandao
new stylings wending their way from the basement
socks on socks
a purr or two
bisqued clay vertebrae on woven wire
'come decorate the spine with me'

Monday, 31 August 2015

To do list for the next half century

a few hours away
from something of a milestone
let's just say one degree north of the 49th parallel
i wondered what to do
to engage
aside from a little bit teary
of what is here and dear and now
and what has come before
brushing some dents
petting some fur
unfolding a blanket and crawling beneath the sheets
a dog is busy barking
and i am busy
counting many blessings

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Ochre twighlight

Walking home early this afternoon I passed beneath an oak tree shedding acorns
Some of them bounced and popped when they hit the street
I gathered up a few nuts to bring home for the squirrel
(Or squirrels) who clamber around and seem intent to burrow under our front porch

Later on I read about the air quality warning due to forest fires to the west and south
British Columbia and Washington

Making dinner tonight
Sunlight on the counter and remarkable memorable light
Filtered through future memories
Of where we find ourselves now

Monday, 24 August 2015

Mowing into memory

late August evening
a hazy day with smoke blowing in from forest fires
west and south of here
the sound of a lawn mower a few houses
yards away
catapulted me back many years and nestled into bed
the restless bed time when the clock says now
and the sun says not yet
the struggle with restlessness as you hear the neighbourhood around you
patter of older kids still out riding bikes
the party next door
the grass being shorn
how hard it was to roll over into the land of dreams
when so much was happening
right outside the window

Thursday, 20 August 2015

Who's calling?

Sometimes the call comes out and you just feel the need to respond
In the moment
And so you do
A dropped apple in the grocery store
A wayward sock in the laundry
An assisted walker about to board the bus

A few weeks ago assisting a man with his automated book checkout at the library
Or, as some of us like to call it, 'the liberry'
(And just for the took three tries to override 'liberry' from 'liberty'...)

And sometimes you just nod in knowing that somewhere sometime someone
Will look out for you
When you're short a quarter for the bus and you haven't enabled your Tap function
And it's the last bus from downtown and after that you're more or less helpless
A bit Blanche DuBois dependent on the kindness of strangers

Wednesday, 19 August 2015

August 19th

the shadows cast by the rippling leaves
on the mountain ash are tinkly
and I will try to remember them in deep winter
when all the branches are bare
and I will remember this day in late summer
seeing robins 99 and 100 that flew in the yard with the adirondack chairs
nestled beneath the spruce boughs by the bus stop
and that this is an anniversary day
a sad one but one to be remembered all the same

Tuesday, 18 August 2015


blue jay in the aster pot
robins (97+98) bobbing in the yard
tiny ochre finch on a mountain ash branch
laden with burnished berries
hardly any last year and now abundant
beaks feathers

Monday, 17 August 2015


on the corner of 46th street and 107th avenue
is a street sign indicating that you have arrived
at the corner of 46th street and 107th avenue
it is about 12 feet high (i reckon) and made up of rebar:
steel with holes at intervals along the length

and in waiting for the bus today
(which stops just north of 46/107)
i noticed tall grass growing alon the sign along the rebar
but also something else

glimpsing into the hole in the steel a sliver of green
a blade of grass growing within
not all twelve feet but about my height
less than half of that...a little over 5...63 inches

and soon after the bus arrived
i boarded the 94 and wondered what else there would be on my route to discover
other things i hadn't seen before

Thursday, 13 August 2015


a 2mm bug is making its way
across the computer screen
sooner or later
we're all just headed for home

red red robin

perched high on a wire
blue blue electric blue
waves and spider skeins
in the sun
the world's on fire
but it's a lovely sunny day

go figure

Saturday, 8 August 2015

Sea holly

member of the carrot family
similar seeds
you wouldn't know it to see it at first
but maybe on closer inspection
frilly spiky foliage
very Dr Suess

a cluster booming
the colour of JJ's spheres
violet candies
my high school grad dress

nearly twenty years and a few transplants
would love to snip a sprig or two but daunted by hovering wasps
loving the sea holly
they love it too
one big old blooming nest of love

Wednesday, 5 August 2015


lovely in the way that the sun comes streaming through late afternoon
after a grey day with lights on

lovely in the way that after slicing and stuffing tomatoes
fingertips smell pleasantly of garlic

lovely in the way that knowing returning a book to the library means
that someone somewhere soon will also soon enjoy it

lovely in the way a vocal and clambering kitty means
that still at sixteen he's still a force to be reckoned with

lovely in the way that realizing that somethings past are best left in the past
not so much buried as put to peace

lovely in the way that small sums make up summer
and every so often it is good to remember to tally

Sunday, 2 August 2015


heirloom tomato sauce
musing on voyaging, ill gotten gains...narwhals
new dry kibbles for kitten
bistro dinner
short play readings
calliope tune + DMS accompaniment
awesome autocorrect:  'divan he'

Tuesday, 28 July 2015


seeds for anenomes are called corms
they're small and gnarly
and look like trolly twig toes
(if twigs had toes)
before planting, you're advised to soak them for a few hours to 'wake them up'
it's hard to know which way to plant them
no obvious top or bottom
but that's okay because the magic blossoms figure it out all on their own
and find their way through the soil

breaking through the surface
this year's crop is divided into five pots...three corms each
five anenomes are blooming (or just about to)
two withered under too much rain
and one was munched (likely down to squirrel action)

still some time for others to make it
to step up and join the party
all in all pretty good odds all things considered
sums of summer sun

Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Nocturnal film strips

When you find yourself bobbed and bobbing in the lake of a mountainous crater, try not to panic.  Even if in your dream you don't realize that you are dreaming, take solace in the knowledge that all will be okay. When you find yourself immersed---being taught a lesson by a stern school of fish---remain buoyant and calm.  Because before you know it a giant hand will well up from below and guide you onto a farther shore where a party awaits.  Like a perfect end to all memorable visitations from the nighttime nymphs.

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

So....a crow flies into a bar...

"Knook Knook knook knook knook knook knook"
"Caw caw caw"
"Knook knook knook knook knook knook...knook knook knook knook"
"Caw caw"
"Knook knook"/"caw caw"
Etc etc etc

Just another Tuesday afternoon in Gold Bar
Hangin with the Corvidae

Saturday, 18 July 2015

Saturday olfactory factors

humid lawn
post downpour/roof leak:  musty towels and area rug
garlic ring
evil scented kitty litter bags (never again)
dried lavender (memories of France)
sea salt soap
sweet Frente

Monday, 13 July 2015

Raining inside

some mornings you have to wake up extra early
for the day ahead
and you were onto us
what's up with them?
and soon enough
ruse revealed into the carrier, the car and across town
the den of diagnostics
after a few hours you came back to us
wide eyed and sozzzled
but you rounded home

here's to rounding home

Thursday, 9 July 2015


it has been hot here the last several days
and ofcourse it is all relative
because what is hot here for us
may not be so much for you where you are
reading today that rainforests are on fire
giant trees as kindling

setting out the other morning to little 83
shattered shell fragments
yolk on concrete
yesterday, two feather wing fragments
flying no more

the ones that keep on keeping on
the ones left behind

on the fan that cools all of us
no one is left behind

Friday, 3 July 2015


there is that moment when blowing up a balloon
that you wonder 'should I stop now?'
when it feels pretty full
when you think you've emptied yourself into it as much as you should
and then the thought crosses your mind 'wait a minute...maybe just a little more'
maybe you have more to give
more juice in the lungs and that could make the balloon that much better
and so you inhale and go to blow again but the balloon bursts
and you know how that feels in your heart when you want the best for everyone and everything
when you want to know that no matter what
we'll all be just fine

Thursday, 2 July 2015

Note taking

the robins are out in full bloom tonight
news to share up down around the bar
golden news from burnished breasts
#82 and counting
early notes yet in a season of song

Tuesday, 30 June 2015


Last night's dream time was not so kind
Car chases and bullies of various kinds
Waking this morning to the final day of the first half
Bring on the seventh month
And visions of gentler things

Monday, 29 June 2015


Dishes washed
Laundry done
Long awaited rain coming down
Fanning the humidity
Mulling over rewrites
Sweet company
Squawking magpies
Snoozy kitten

I like the start to this week

Sunday, 28 June 2015


My dad would've turned ninety today
Missing Frank Christopher

Friday, 26 June 2015

Going to the vet means...

strategic planning the day before
alterations to feeding schedules
(at first welcome then highly suspect)
sliding in and out of pocket doors
wildly fluctuating feeding schedules...breakfast at 4am
hot long car trip across town
up chucking upon arrival

all in all good to be seen
to be onced over
but maybe next time
come to our house
we'd be happy to have you

Wednesday, 24 June 2015

Wednesday night checklist

27 degrees Celsius
Light filtered through dogwood
Kitty on teak table
(Post semi- traumatic vet visit)
Marigolds withering along the hedge
Brainwaves frozen on a steamy day
The comfort and company of striped moths
Blooming delphinium
All in all a good hump day

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

East patio/ West patio

heliotrope v. lantana
snap dragon v. passionflower
pansy v. liverwort
watermelon radish v. rainbow chard
bunnytails v. unicorn grass
coleus v. black ivy
portulaca v. straw flowers
asters v. anemones

and in between a carpet of shasta daisies
overseen by two favourites:
squirrel v.  magpie
fur feather
seeds corms
and all in between

Thursday, 18 June 2015


#73 came scurrying across the road
Sketchy colours
Intent on busting to the other side
Big spirit in a small swaddled package
And I remembered years ago
After a long night of japes and jesters
Calling but not recalling the number for pizza
The info desk saying 'please hold for that number...
The number is: 473 7373'
Funny how some things stay with you
And some just slip away
Mottled robin
Extra cheese

Sunday, 7 June 2015

Sinister reflextions

It seems only fitting that two recent blisters
(Palm and foot)
Should have appeared on right hand and heel
One from dandelion busting
One breaking in a new pair of boots storming around the nation's capital
Just a little reminder that when in doubt veer the other way:
Always always strive for progress
Lean in
Hunker down
Bear to the left

Friday, 5 June 2015

Blueprints for Pawprints

and if I were you I'd head out
Back a ways far ways from the busy streets
That intersect your torrie territory
I would get far away from the sedans, SUVs and all the other guzzlers
And I would begin to etch away, carve away a path
A pathway back beyond and front again
I know it's just me
We can all see it
Palms to the ground
The ripple starts now

Thursday, 4 June 2015

Lunar log

Coyote crossing
Feline foraging in an industrial zone
Wile E #2 along the McNally schoolyard
Sounds of a cat fight in Gold Bar
By the light of the apricot moon

Sunday, 31 May 2015

Web in Front

When you find yourself converging at a monument on Elgin
Under threatening skies (of varying pending kinds)
Convening with kindred souls
And embark on a journey
Route march
That winds its way through major thoroughfares
And Market ways
Buoyed by honks of solidarity
Comforting to know that along for the ride
Is one wee spider anchored on to the sign you're holding
'Activism is not a crime'
Block upon block upon block
Wee achranid hangs on
Deposited gently just before Sussex
One of the best fortunes of all time (so far):
'Never wear your best pants when you go to fight for freedom'
But always bring your best totem friends when you go to fight for freedom

Tuesday, 26 May 2015

May days checklist

Dustings of yellow pollen on Quelo
Watermelon radish
Siberian kale
Red chard all sprouting
Squirrel ravaging the bird feeder
Forest fires
Heat waves
News of floods
Palm blister from dandelion herding
39 robins and counting
Welcome news in the mail
May days
May days
May days

Trash talkin

unexpected items in the alley by bins including:
school supplies such as binders
various foodstuffs increasingly gnawed at
bags bags and boxes
discarded paint cans
potty training seat

also unexpected but appreciated
the kindness of the collectors
'no happens all the time...we'll take care to it'
and they did

back to long grasses
wild rose bush
alley cattin

Sunday, 24 May 2015

Check check

soiled stripes and polka dots
plants that need planting
seedlings that need watering
days of heat that reach out for cooling rain
quack grass that needs quieting
spanish lavender in translation
a way around the sea holly
and oregano
and the odd lily
lady bugs
wisps wasps and palm blisters
all in a day's shifting

Friday, 22 May 2015


wrestling with the impressive crop of dandelions this afternoon
greeted by a wee bug both familiar and new to me
the shape of a ladybug or ladybird depending on where you land
but cream coloured a little like caramel with a touch of bronze
it landed and stayed on my arm as I set to work unearthing our yellow blossom friends
hours later...inside alongside the kavalier...wee bug reappeared scaling the wall
promptly escorted outside into the waiting bounty of mugo sheltered begonia
possibly invasive but beautifully so

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Crimson wings

a little red bird went on a journey
across plains mountains valleys
and landed on an island
a vista not far from the sea
and on the island the little red bird found sanctuary in a garden
with irises, lilies and greenery
and so the little red bird decided to stay
to feather her nest and nuzzle in
to the garden near the waves

Monday, 18 May 2015

Tucking in

the smell of salt
and soap
the brush of an air dried towel
boughs lilting upward
a panorama drive by
the sum of little things
adding up
rendering and remembering
that all in hand is not possibly everything
but that maybe all things are possible

against a may evening dusk light
unfold the lilacs
bring blossoms into being
and yes
all things are possible

Friday, 15 May 2015


32 33 34
It's possible that 33 and 34 were the same robin
The annual count is not so scientific as it is
Branch to branch scurrying across the lawn
Out of sight for a moment or two
Count yourself a new sighting
Freshly dressed
Jaunty red vest
Jaunty red breast
No one runs quite like the robins

Sunday, 10 May 2015

Quelo spinner

Beetling along on Baseline
Destination: begonias, heliotrope, lantana, fuschia, dahlias
Tucked in the boot and back again
Other city limits
Pulling up and finding a passenger
Tiny green spider along for the ride
Weaving in and out of traffic
Hanging on
Skeins threads ahead

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Branching out

one day a little bird said to another bird
'hey...maybe we should fly a new way'
and the one bird and the other bird did
and charted a new flight pattern
a lot of other birds---those of the flocking variety
continued on
flying on
following migratory routes long established
but wearying
and in the days that passed more and more birds began wondering
and questioning
could there be another way
down to down beak to beak feather to feather
carving a new way through spirit and ether

we went to sleep and dreamed of something for the future
and woke up to a new way
wings for today
wings for tomorrow
velvet ponds

Saturday, 2 May 2015


I think if you want to eat a grape
You should eat a grape
And if you want to eat an apple
You should eat an apple
But if you want to eat an apple that tastes like grapes
And you find that in the grocery store
Packaged tightly in heavy plastic
Then someone somewhere has a little too much time on their hands
And that feats of engineering might be put to better use
But that's just me

Tuesday, 28 April 2015

A June Bug in April

oh nuthin
nuthin much
just hangin out here on the sidewalk
beside this sweet stand of hostas
across from the street from the home of the pomerainian and the pug
maybe i'll think about making a move
meandering on a little further
but for now i'm content to sit here a spell
under the lovely diffused light of the street lamp
to mull things over
while the night is young

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Robin count so far...

on the berm
dividing lanes of traffic
rush hour on 50th street
#2&3 flitting around high up
possibly a little too close to magpie nests for future comfort
#4 gleaned from my seat on the 1 off the 'old highway'
'stop requested' and so it was
#5 rambling scrambling on the lawn
beneath spruce boughs
oblivious to mammoth motor homes
#6+7 tandem tag match
backyard orchestral manoeuvres in the sun
racing all over
scampering soldiering robining
counting down and in and up to

Monday, 20 April 2015

Canvassing in the Capital

'oh no...I'm not voting for you!'

Good thing cause I'm not running for office

Thanks all the same

See you in Poll Town

Thursday, 16 April 2015

Getting busy

The ants are here to show us how to do it
And the keyword here is US
No dog and pony show without the dog AND pony
We've got to work together on this one
Powers that be may seek to divide and conquer
But we're having none of it
What's good for one is good for all
For the whole commune
The whole colony
What are we waiting for?
Oh yeah
Dinner time
See you at the buffet

Wednesday, 15 April 2015


just wondering where you are right now
where you are while reading this
maybe at home on the couch
your favourite chair or crashed out in bed
in transit...
on the bus
a taxi
stuck in traffic: bottleneck/rush hour
or maybe on the water
a ferry
cruise ship
or canoe
maybe beginning your day and waiting in line to pay for your morning coffee
or waking up with your cat's paws gently kneading your forehead

coming home tonight there was a bright light in the sky
and i wondered who else saw it
and what they thought it was
i guessed the planet of love
and basked in the beauty of amateur astronomy
tossing out a name like a bounteous bouquet

whatever it was it was lovely
maybe for you too


where you find yourself swimming
in pools of ammonia
are not the best of times
waking up in the dream
but still sleeping
weighed down by chemical residue

one of the all time best nighttime trips
was as a kid
climbing onto the back of a giant horse
which galloped into an even bigger envelope
an envelope with wings which flew away

special delivery
night night

Sunday, 12 April 2015


sliver of sky tonight
backlit blue

the first robin
seen in transit
on the berm dividing four lanes of traffic
two bus routes
north/south 50th street

fly here a few streets over
we're partial to feathers
and blue blue eggs

Wednesday, 8 April 2015


tulip tops
snowdrop leaves
stonecrop cropping
wayward boot on 50th street
deflated inflatable snowman
gravel gravel gravel
flip flops
decorative lamb
18 pack hot cross buns
Christmas bough
Jack o lantern
yesterday's cheeseburgers

Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Cacti chats

Burro Cactus:  I hope you don't mind my saying so, but a friend tells a friend.
Christmas Cactus:  Tells a friend what?
Burro Cactus:  Tells her when she's out of season.
Christmas Cactus:  Are you saying I'm out of season?
Burro Cactus:  You're blooming aren't you?
Christmas Cactus:  Just the two.  What of them?
Burro Cactus:  Here we are officially in spring.
Christmas Cactus:  And have you seen outside?  Wind AND snow warnings.  I'm perfectly in season.
Burro Cactus:  But it's nearly Easter.
Christmas Cactus:  I'll be fully bloomed by then!
Burro Cactus:  What about the Lillies?
Christmas Cactus:  No time for them.  Oh, and...I hope you don't mind me saying, but a friend tells a friend.
Burro Cactus:  Tells a friend what?
Christmas Cactus:  Your tails are showing.

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

The Wild West perspective

So...results are in
And according to polls:
Nearly half of us believe in UFO's
21% of us believe in Sasquatches
4% of us believe dinosaurs never existed
1% of us believe Elvis is still alive
And 26% of us believe that global warming is a hoax

And curiouser

Sunday, 29 March 2015

Grey days

the promise and threat of rain
canopy of clouds
slightly sleepy Sunday
post Equinox pre eclipse
the creaky hinge of spring

Saturday, 28 March 2015

Top notch

Things to do in the ditch:

  • Hydrate
  • Nap
  • Cuddle with kitten
  • Snack
  • Walk between raindrops
  • Count blessings
  • Slough mud off boots
  • Appreciate the texture of cork
  • Welcome emerging foliage of snowdrops and tulips
  • Revel in the trash bin of bad sci-fi
  • Bounce inch at a time

Friday, 27 March 2015

A little empathy...

for the chronic headache
of the small speckled woodpecker
tic tic
tic tic
tic tic

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

In the bright sun...

rabbit tracks are melting
and I realize I will miss winter
just a little bit
as it slips away

Monday, 23 March 2015


some of my favourite sounds
the whiffs
the whistles
the hunkering downs
slumbering away
to the land of nod
sweet cacophony of dreams

Jive talkin

on an otherwise grey day
a blue jay flits around
from the spruce to the poplar
to the dogwood and back again
and squawks a little to the other jays
not quite tweeting
not quite twittering
but nattering on
sayin 'hey ho let's go
turn it up and melt this snow'
she flits around a little longer
before flying away

Saturday, 21 March 2015


Bear #122 aka 'The Boss'
emerged from his slumber in Banff
spring and all
but then the blanket fell
white white white
flakes in abundance
so maybe back to bed
for a day or two
a little more napping
a few more bruin dreams
while winter rolls away

Friday, 20 March 2015


sitting in a lecture hall
among kindred spirits
it's a little weird to be presented
with facts and figures that don't add up
or add up in a way that feels designed to calibrate
a certain perspective
due respect to the methodology
but what happens when the meter is set off?
the bullshit meter that rings the bell
that signifies new round next round
gloves are off
bring it on

Thursday, 19 March 2015


Mentors hip
50/50 draw

Laying down

used to be
'find a penny pick it up
all the day you'll have good luck'
it might have been a bit more involved
like, only pick up the pennies that are face up or something
but I never paid attention to that
I just liked finding lucky pennies
but they stopped making pennies here a couple of years ago
cost too much to make them
didn't make cents
but now there is a new phenom:  the lucky loonie
the dollar coins with a loon on one side
and times are tough for some folks and not so tough for others
and suddenly the loonies are floating up everywhere
part of the new economy
the price of compassion
pass it on

Wednesday, 18 March 2015

News of the world

this from a friend...
snow geese dropping from the sky
landing in Idaho
around 2000
possibly avian cholera
bringing the down down

'Hope is the thing with feathers'

here's hoping

Tuesday, 17 March 2015


When the snow on the front yard melts away
We'll meet up with the buried pumpkin from Halloween
Nice to see you again


One morning a bunny woke up to find an egg beside him.  The bunny was surprised to see the egg but thought not much of it and went hopping on his own merry way.  When he returned later that night, the egg was still there and it was moving a little...gently rocking back and forth.  The bunny worried that the egg would be cold in the night and nestled over it.  The next morning the bunny woke up to find a baby chick hatched from the egg.  The chick was very small so the bunny stayed with it all day and night.  The next day the bunny said to the chick 'come with me' and the chick followed the bunny as it hopped about.  The chick and the bunny became good friends and the chick was very grateful to the bunny for the guidance, kindness and friendship. When it was time for the chick to go on and find its own way in the world it said to the bunny 'I will never forget you' and she never did.  Every spring the grown up chick would return to the bunny with gifts of chocolate eggs as tokens of appreciation.  The bunny was prone to middle age spread and couldn't possibly eat all the eggs the chick brought for him.  Being a kind soul the bunny didn't want to hurt the chick's feelings and so hid them out of sight.  Happy children found the eggs and it worked out well for everybody.  And that is the tale of the Easter Bunny.

Sunday, 15 March 2015


a pigeon flies into a parking garage
just as the door opens admitting a car
and it waddles around for awhile
finding nothing tasty or interesting
and then it sees a mouse
so it waddles over and says
'hey!  is this the way to the revolution?'
and the mouse thinks for a few moments and says
'no...i think it's back out there...outside on the street where all the people are'
and the pigeon says 'hey, thanks'
and when the next car comes into the garage the door opens and the pigeon flies out
and makes its way to where the action is
out in the sun
where the people stand united
and it waddles around for a little while
and then it flies away

Thursday, 12 March 2015


the iditarod is being moved further north in Alaska
on account of the melting and it is here too
ebbing away each day in the strong tentacles of sun
maybe they would like to come here
pack up their sleds
leash up their huskies
and what we lack in freezing we can make up for
hospitality wise:
flooding the alleyways with Slurpees and Mr. Freezie Pops
Klondike Bars
paving the way
for new tomorrows

Wednesday, 11 March 2015

It's not everyday...

That you see a man on his front steps
In the early afternoon barefoot in his bathrobe
But it was today
At 2pm
From my vista on the bus as we wheeled by on 79th street
And I took it for what it surely was:
An early sign of spring

Monday, 9 March 2015


There were hardly any berries on the Mountain Ash last year
None that I can see
And maybe that's just how it is
Some years a bumper crop
Some years a bummer crop
And I wouldn't spend time thinking too much about it
But I wonder what the waxwings will feast on when they fly this way
The Cedars and Bohemians
What they will pass to one another
Beak to beak
When they descend
An earful
A museum of waxwings
That always lift my spirits
What will I have for them?

Thursday, 5 March 2015


Tomorrow a reading
Of words work generated many months ago
Lovely and curious to have it out there
Breathed into being
Pen paper fingertips keypads
Woven by women
Tomorrow a reading
Inspired company

Sunday, 1 March 2015

yesterday today and tomorrow's special

i would recommend the dried pomegranates
as a meditation on bounty
and the fertile fragility
of ageing

Friday, 27 February 2015

Bus stop

I boarded the 94 home
standing room only by then
full of students from night classes
eastbound on Whyte it careened along
then suddenly lurched
brakes full on
the driver honking his horn
those of us standing struggled to stay upright
someone let out a little yell
and then there were smiles and laughter
a young guy in the seat next to where I was standing rang the bell
as he stood to get off he whispered to me
'that was weird'
and in a kinda lovely mundane way
it was

Sunday, 22 February 2015


help me to remember how to best get in
to you
is it with a knit
or a purl
an itch
or a stitch
maybe a whisper
help me to remember how best to get in
to you
and we can get on with beginning


sweeping magpie wings
feathered tips
imprinted in snow
pica pica

Sunday, 15 February 2015


Sometimes don't you just feel like your heart will burst?
Or at least melt a little
But in a good way
Our way around

Saturday, 14 February 2015

alias Frente

the small sir
button mutton
little man
little bear
mister man
mister manners
mister blister
tiny dancer
weebie littles
gobble sauce
clamber pants
scramble pants
Prince Pounce/king tiny/runner bean/brattus/troubler/king troubler/baby wigs/wigglesworth/man manners/snaucisse
der Frentenkavalier

Wednesday, 11 February 2015


somedays it feels like semaphore
as if my fingers were bound together
tethered by hockey tape
or webbed like frogs
and in their swaddling
I would try to flag to you
to communicate my meanings
no, this not right
we should try another way
let's just forget it and go to sleep
and then somehow in the middle zone
you would sense it
read the space between the digits
and tuck it all in
the magic of a duvet
puffed fluffled
Quilt o'dreams

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Monday, 9 February 2015

Wile E

maybe it's because I'm rheumy
stuffed up
runny eyes
all in my head
but when I hear them start
the pips the yips
the calls in the river valley
for some reason I think back to late elementary school dances
Lip Smackers
wide legged jeans
North Star runners and Nick Gilder's 'Hot Child in the City'
'Runnin wild and lookin pretty'
not sure what his inspiration was for that song
but probably not the sound of coyotes roaming along the banks of the North Saskatchewan
filtered through plugged ear drums
funny how sound travels
in and out of pockets

Friday, 6 February 2015

Snow day

and then there are times when you wait
and wait
and wait
for the bus that seems to never come
and the wind blows and blows and you are covered in snowflakes
and it is very cold
and your glasses fog up
and your toes are numb
and still the bus doesn't come
and it is like you are in your own Beckett play
or at least a vignette
and finally at the end of the block you see the bus turn the corner
and you feel a bit like a cartoon character
torqued up with steam rushing out of your ears
stomping and cussing
and the door to the bus opens and the bus driver smiles
and says that the roads are bad and that he's running about half an hour late
and all there is to do is to thank him and take a seat
and to be comforted in the company of other riders
because really
at the end of the day
at the end of it all
we are all just passengers

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

And counting

Minus 22 in sunlight and shadows
A second bevvie
Radishes and Scandinavian paper thin sliced radish bowl
Billions of passenger pigeons (trying but failing to imagine vividly)
Three African violets...two thriving one not so much
Fifteen going on sixteen tabby
24 (!?) felted coasters
A solitary post holiday meringue
Still tasty
Last one standing
Wharton Willie and Puxsatawny Phil
Six more weeks of winter

Friday, 30 January 2015

Inventory of distractions/ amusements

green felted ball
fillable pink 'peanut' (previously misidentified and accidentally waylaid as baby toy)
wooly feather tailed parrot
catnip infused: tomato; fish; smaller fish; rainbow; pillow; banana; cigar
fibre optic-like finger trap thingie
coil spring
tea towel
crinkly foil bits

the Frente feline cache

Thursday, 29 January 2015

Pop rocks

in these slippery times
a glisten and gleaming sheen
out on the street with
 'natural pet safe ice melter'
and in moments after seeding the sidewalk
little cracks and snaps
like the pebble tongue candy
that we later learned was all just basically a clever way of rendering
baking soda
for a nanosecond i was tempted to pop some crystals on my tongue
anticipating the sensation
And then was cast back into semi sensible adulthood

Tuesday, 27 January 2015


tonight there is a lovely tinkling
freezing rain on sidewalks
ebbing January
the first robin of the year
on the boughs of the dogwood
the tink tink tinkling of rain
falling freezing not quite snow
makes me think of the moment when a glass falls
suspended in mid air
flash frozen
if only we could reach out
catch it
react in time
move in the moment
waves waves waves

Last night's dream

Driving in a car with my friend in what felt like a national park
She said 'you need to choose your totem tree'
So I did and she said 'no not that one...
You likely chose it because your focus followed the cut line'
So I said 'okay, let's drive on'
And we did
I saw another tree in the distance
Old growth, huge, like a Redwood
And I said 'that one!'
Just then, the tree came crashing down in the distance far on the road ahead
The fallen tree then surged towards us on the highway
Feverish pursuit roots and all
My friend put the car in reverse and we raced backwards to escape the menacing tree
That's how this Tuesday started for me
More than a little barking

Monday, 26 January 2015


years ago a friend of mine
a talented improviser, comic and writer
observed how weird it was
that when odd news stories were reported
there was often a correspondingly odd correlation
between the subjects featured in the stories
and their surnames
so, for example a man who had been the mastermind
of a pricey forgery scam might be named
David Rob
or that a victim of rising waters would be identified as
Natalie Flood
yesterday there was a story on the news about ice damage
attributed to rising warm air, accumulations of ice
and ensuing melting in attics
as explained by insulation expert
Steve Squirrel
case closed

Saturday, 24 January 2015

This Box Contains Safety Film

Guarantee Expires AUG 1934
In case of complaint for any reason please
return this slip with sample films both used
and unused to your dealer or direct to
General Electric
X- Ray Corporation
this box now contains
remnants of a wasp's nest

Friday, 23 January 2015

Drop by drop

It's raining tonight
Hearing on the roof
The eaves
The leaves
It's raining tonight
Wishing it south of here and all places
In drought
It's raining tonight and I love
The sound of rain
The smell of rain
The little caress of rain
It all falls down

Thursday, 22 January 2015


the wind strums today
with tiny fingers
lilting golden finches
through the dogwood

Sunday, 18 January 2015


it seems I have
A lot to learn
I kinda like that learning measures
Come in lots
Lots a
Lottoza mozza
Big dollops of learning
Make mine deep dish
Extra sauce

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Bop bop boppin

The robin count began early
The first few days of the New Year
Don't they know the worms are frozen?
Hunkered down roiling soiling
Meringue duvets slowly shrinking
Droplets from eaves splashing cottontops
Muddling puddling matting down
Each day just a little longer
Headed the other way
Closer by degrees

Sunday, 11 January 2015


If you have ever seen it you carry it with you
If you haven't
How to bring it forward
To nestle it in your arms
Your sights
The little slips of breathing
While you sleep
The spirits are out
Painting trunks leaves
Animating limbs
Flash frozen
Stuck in dreams determined to flex
In sun

Saturday, 3 January 2015

Things will be ok

A goldfish in England was backed up
Basically, couldn't go
So its owner had it fixed
Tiny beating heart and all
Better to move, flow and go again
Teeny tiny goldfish too precious to let go
Go a little further
Swim a little longer
Unbung a bit better
Fingers to fins
Schooled in what might be

Thursday, 1 January 2015


There are names given to precipitation
That really nail it 'just so'
And maybe slush doesn't quite count
Because that is accumulation once it's hit the ground
No longer in motion
No longer falling

When the numbers turn
When really nothing has changed but there is the promise of something new
There has been rain snow freezing rain
Beginning again