A certain phrase that crops up now and again, between my coworker and I. We’ll be pushing papers through the scanner, a trifle mindlessly since that’s what we’ve been doing daily for months now. The internet will choke on itself … Continue reading How to live fully…when you’re a bored scanning clerk
If I could write about anything – anything at all – what would I write? I have asked this question many times. I ask it today, as I gratefully slip out of office for lunch break. It is raining. I … Continue reading the daily strange
—–November I need a new vision for winter. You asked Your prophets time and time again, “What do you see?” When I look at the world turning to winter, I see death. The days get shorter and shorter and it … Continue reading When you need new vision
The printer scrapes it out: my poem. I gingerly pick up the paper between fingers, shy of my own words. There is so much space on this page. My poetry teacher commanded it; specified the margin size and font size, … Continue reading Room to Soar
As I sort through thousands of files of land surveyor field notes from the 1950’s and beyond, I see the same word over and over and over again: RUSH. It is on almost every single file. It is almost always … Continue reading RUSH! RUSH! RUSH!
Today is Saturday: I drink hot caffeinated drinks in three forms (coffee, tea, and cocoa). Hence, for the whole day I am a mess of twitters and jitters; cleaning up the house, working on writing, editing audio, pulling out paints. In honour of such a Saturday, I present you with this poem. It is a treasure of randomness. Continue reading Guess What?
They say your love is a wide open sky They say your love is unending ocean I believe it. But today the blue winter sky is so far away the ocean is something I can’t reach for and I need … Continue reading I Need Your Love To Be a Smooth Black Stone.