Friday, 21 April 2017


heard but unseen
robin songs
flowing down from treetops
as the fuzzer catnaps
the afternoon

Thursday, 20 April 2017

Wednesday, 19 April 2017


oceanographers have reported recent sightings of an elusive sea sponge with surprising attributes.  the  sponges tend to gather in clusters or 'bumpflets' at great depths surfacing only on full and new moons.  they are believed to exist on detritus and have been slowly but surely eroding the edges of the plastic vortex (also know as 'invading the invaders').  although fewer such sightings have been confirmed, the sponges are also known to have consumed vast quantities of petrol products and in the process glisten like rainbows on the waves.  scientists are continuing to study the sponges in the hopes that they may one day be cultivated and put to use on land soaking up grease, grime and greed:  euphoria for ophoria.

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

cygnus signals

so you find yourself walking down a street
a street very much like one you once lived by
it is both familiar and unknown to you
but feels welcoming as you cross the street
you walk into a little dip in the sidewalk
which leads to a wall
and you stand on your tiptoes to look over the wall
and looming large in the sky
like a bright white dirigible
is the neck and wing tips of a giant swan
and it takes your breath away
you decide to carry on with your journey
and make your way to a place where many people are meeting
not quite a celebration but a peaceful gathering of kindred spirits
you make your way through a room and towards a patio
because what you want more than anything is to return outside
for one more glimpse of that amazing swan
bathing the sky in soft white light and then
you wake up

Saturday, 15 April 2017

spring snow

a brief return to winter
and a little reminder
that bit by bit
we are all

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

lumbago checklist

  • slow going
  • more slow going
  • almost sloth like going
  • hot water bottles
  • pillows of various shapes and sizes
  • well positioned footstools
  • slippers
  • feline company
  • electric acupuncture
  • time for Time Out

Sunday, 9 April 2017

last call at the lower lumbar

icy cold shots followed up by
steamy water bottles
of various shapes and sizes
oh how we love you
Lyle Lyle Crocodile

just when you wonder
'how the hell did we get into this anyway...?'
a little piercing jolt brings you back
as you struggle to pull yourself into wools and cottons
threading the needle that is now your contorted self

maybe jump starting a new fitness regime
(zero to Sixty)
wasn't the most brilliant idea after all
resurrecting a pair of decade old orthotics
into the flaneur mix up and down the Bar
and over drives
really really Over Drives

in the scheme of things this is nothing
a little blip on the radar

wake me up when the sonar signals
say it's okay to press on
business as usual
to bend down and pick up the kitten
for cuddles and kisses
just like any other day

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Sunday, 2 April 2017

spring on the 53rd parallel

dirt dirt dirt
and gravel everywhere
what was laid down in snowstorms
now in heaps and piles
empty cigarette packs and the odd beer can
butts butts butts
the tips of tulips and snowdrops
and tiny rabbit pellets
bamboo chime serenades
in early April breezing
all around more brown than green
but turning quickly

enjoying it all
for now
in this the transition
the gritty grimy in between

Friday, 31 March 2017


the dandelions will be up soon
splashing out here
but don't go looking for them
in a box
on the page
or in your shading hand
they're being pulled for good
but lawn bouquets are here to stay
and weeds are just other kinds of flowers

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

a pair on the lam

two geese were hanging out
on the side of 109A Avenue
just sittin and chillin

a car drove by
stopped and stared

the geese stood and shuffled a little
before the car drove away

a little time out before moving on
rejoining the gaggle

Monday, 27 March 2017

and so it begins...

tea time today
and in the afternoon sun
on the kitchen counter by the honey jar
a little visitor:  the first ant of the year
surprisingly, a welcome surprise

just don't invite your friends...

Friday, 24 March 2017

and then one day...

you notice
that the blanket of snow has been pulled away
and that the sound carries differently...

airwaves of spring

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

getting the memo

someone should tell the wee white bunny
that temps are rising
drifts are melting
and soon she will be
may more visible

maybe just kick it up a notch
keep on hopping around
on all that newly exposed lawn
but prepare to flip
flip your coat
any day

Thursday, 16 March 2017

for days

just when you thought
it wouldn't stop snowing
it did
and gave way to
the coming of spring
and tomorrow's celebration
of saintly green

Saturday, 11 March 2017

clocks and calendars

it has been snowing
for what feels like days
slow constant
a steady stream of flakes
the tail end of winter
that won't let go

tomorrow we spring ahead
an hour closer to the Equinox
for now enjoying all that is falling
and white white white

Wednesday, 8 March 2017

in solidarity

in between purrs
Frente whispered that all the cats and kittens
around the world
are on strike today too
and then went back to sleep...

Monday, 6 March 2017


kitten shin side
electric pedals below
visioning the buoyant bunny duo in the afternoon
a loonie found
a loonie shared
homeward bound on the 94

below zero

some days the bus runs
behind schedule
a little later than usual
on its own schedule
negotiating drifts
and snowploughs
meaning you wait
and wait
and wait
until finally it comes
whenever it comes
it comes and you get on
that much warmer
and closer to moving on
all of us moving on
on our way

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

St David's Day

there was an abandoned bassinet in the snow today
parked by the curb on Whyte Avenue

hard to tell from my window seat on the bus
but I like to think it was full
full of leeks
and daffodils

Tuesday, 21 February 2017


a bull was on the run in Queens today
having escaped the slaughterhouse
chased around the neighbourhood
escaped and being chased

making a break for it
one last run around
on the run in Queens today
sometimes you just have to go for it
and go out blazing

Monday, 20 February 2017


  • ginger tea
  • honey
  • tea tea tea
  • water
  • tissues LOTS of tissues
  • cuddle time with the small sir swaddled under the mustard blanket
  • fevered dreaming about planting potatoes
  • knowing that in the scheme of things, these are small potatoes

Saturday, 18 February 2017

in this light...

i can read without turning the overhead on

i see puddles on the street where in past years snow would have been

patches of lawn are some spaces brown...others green

news of the world is kind of surreal...unreal...fake?...or maybe just weird

things are both bright and muted...a little friendly duelling duo

in this light the days are getting longer

and maybe what we need right now

is a little more lightness

a little more brightness

a little more light

Thursday, 16 February 2017

happy hour

the sky is awash with bellinis right now
pastel dreams

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

V day

cherry day
cinnamon day
gala apple day
radish day
blushed cheek day
stop sign day
tomato purée day
pileated woodpecker crest day
red flag day
beating hearts day
V day

Monday, 13 February 2017

urban feathering

magpie on Jasper
pigeons high above 101st
woodpeckers in Gold Bar
cosmopolitans perched
in flight

Thursday, 9 February 2017

quiet now

end of its cycle
but minutes ago it was churning
sloshing washing watery splashes
on all sides
rhythmically doing the work
of many busy hands
and now silence
except for the hum
drying the washing away

Sunday, 5 February 2017


just a little bit each day
each day a little longer
each day a little brighter

in the scheme of things
getting lost in busyness
getting lost in schemes
it's easy to lose sight
of the bigger picture
easy to lose sight and to lessen the hold
on all that is bright
and possible for tomorrow

so for now
at nearly 5 thirty on what was a sunny Sunday
i take comfort knowing that each day
the days are a little longer
that we're moving (however incrementally)
in the direction of light

Thursday, 2 February 2017


on the tip top branches
of a cone laden spruce
yellow breasts in sun
a small museum of waxwings
softening the edges
feathering the dark
and then they flew away

meet you
meet you in the museum

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

February begins...

...on a quiet Wednesday afternoon
quiet except for the pileated Woodpecker
pecking away at the trunk of the poplar
a flash of red in winter
getting the job done

Tuesday, 31 January 2017


as long as there are trees
there will be branches
welcoming birds
to land on and nest in

all kinds of birds
from near and far
birds from all over

Monday, 30 January 2017

today tonight tomorrow

wild winds blowing today
bending the boughs of the tall pines
sirens echoing in the hood
as the day gives way to evening
a cacophony of pealing
and serenading coyotes
in the ravine
so much
too much
and not enough
right now calm and hopefully more so
in hours
and days and days
to come
but i'll guess we'll see
what lights up
in the year of the Fire Rooster

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Sunday, 22 January 2017

kitty beanie

a day with friends
in the ongoing process of creation

a parting gift for me:
a hat knitted by my friend's mom

yesterday i wore a pinky/purple
floppy wooly beret
today i have a pussy cap

will wear it lovingly
as we march on
as we all march on

Friday, 20 January 2017


serenaded today
by the smallest of birds
what we need right now

more joy
more light
more songs

Thursday, 19 January 2017


sitting at the table this morning
writing or beginning to write
there was a trill and twitter
from across the street
a flock high up in the elms
flittering and then off
in one sudden swoop
is it too early for waxwings?
maybe not
in a day of melting winter
welcome welcome little birds
sing us your songs

Monday, 16 January 2017

and then suddenly, it all makes sense

i wonder sometimes
at 2 or 3 in the morning
like 'what's up with you?'
'what aren't you sleeping?'
and then i think of times gone by
lovely memories
little tapas and times shared over
tasty meals
and then i think
'okay!  why wouldn't you want that?'
why wouldn't you say---'wake up you guys
dish it up to me!'
and so in a few hours from now
i'll shuffle out from under the duvet
down the hall
find some treats in the cupboard
get you settled
and drift off back to the land of nod
where plates are spinning high in the air on long rods
but small plates
enough for everyone

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

pastel fleeting

and just for a few minutes
in the time it takes to take it in
the sky is soft and pink

Tuesday, 3 January 2017

branching out

it isn't snowing
but little tufts fall from branches
as birds navigate the dogwood
pathways in parcels and tangles of limbs
tussles of flakes downward in sun
laying out the blanket
that tucks us all

Sunday, 1 January 2017