Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Happiness by halves

The Silverberry bus on the #1 route but not stopping for me
All the people (and all meaning + two)
Sitting on the outer edge of seats effectively no room for another
But Nevermind
We all eventually ring the bell
Depart at our desired destination
Today...just north of Jasper
Half of an halfly eaten apple
Still life among passers by
A bit too sleepy to undo/correct autocorrect
Giving over to the half lives
The ghosts in the machines

Thursday, 18 February 2016

Flying by

there is a new visitor to the neighbourhood
red-y/orange-y head and breast
black and white wings
on the smallish side
here and gone
and here again
welcome to gold bar little one

Tuesday, 16 February 2016

Saturday, 13 February 2016

Aiming for the stars

one of Santa's elves and the Easter Bunny are out on a bit of a tear
on a Saturday afternoon
and why not?
the sun is shining
the snow is melting
and everything is waking up after the slumber of winter
they decide to knock on the door of their old friend Cupid to invite him to come out to play
'Hey Cupid!  Wanna hit Happy Hour...shoot some stick?'
Cupid can't quite believe it...
'Are you kidding?   You know I have to get my wings and sharpen the arrows...hundreds...thousands...millions of arrows!'
And if the truth be told Santa's elf and Easter Bunny were lost in a bit of a post-holiday the other pre- and joyously lollygagging.  They forgot it was the eve of THE BIG DAY for their winged friend.
Ever the opportunist...the elf sensed an inroad:
'But there are darts too...'
'Darts?'  queried Cupid.
'Hone your aim...'
And with that Cupid was persuaded and headed down to the pub for an all out sozzle fest lasting into the wee hours.
He promises to do his be a straight shooter come Sunday but hey...what do you expect?
Leaps of faith in a Leap Year.

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Songs of spring

the birds have returned and are very busy
piping in the sun
bidding good bye to the snow
celebrating in the ways
that winged ones do

Tuesday, 2 February 2016


the end of the day
is bookended
with feverish kitten washing
licks and love
and licks
and licks
and licks