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 back...an 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