Arizona Dreaming

January 28, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Culling through old photographs and pulling favourites. Featured is a grove of mesquite trees at Coon’s Bluff. The dreamlike image that follows is from Bryce Thomson Arboretum. Heart memories.

A Day Worth Reporting

November 3, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Our Poetry Circle was invited to compose and recite poetry on the theme of trees at an outdoor event, in a nearby city. So we busied ourselves, writing and rehearsing, and when the event was cancelled due to rain, decided to take our performance local. While the weather was overcast, the rain held off long […]

Narrow Passages

February 19, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Narrow this roadinto deepening woodsintrigue commands exploration (For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: narrow.)

Lost and Found

July 23, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

Fallen limbs and pathless woodsno obstacle for a wild childleft to her own devices,searching for a self. Only with age, and sproutingcurves, did I learn to be afraidof shadows, that the woodsequated with wolves and lurking And that abandoned placeshouse evil – held captive therejust this side of adolescence – lost all that innocence gifts […]

Into the Woods, Nostalgia

June 4, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I search for her in wooded places,where trees are guardians,and wildlife reigns Where light dances with shadowsand children’s hearts are free to imagine. Wooded areas, especially when there is a stream, take me back to childhood and the countless hours spent in search of nature’s wonders. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: nostalgia. […]

Back to Campbell River

April 26, 2018.Reading time 6 minutes.

We’ve just had lunch in Comox – a quaint, mostly retirement community, judging by the services that line the main street. Mary’s, a small cafe with gluten-free options, is where we met up with Pippa for our last day of exploration on the island. The plan from here is to head north. I tag along […]

The Car Crash

That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]

Empty Surges

Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.

Hurricane

Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.