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In these Covid times, still under lockdown here in Ontario, Canada, my wife and I can usually be found in our sacred spaces, her intent on solving the Wordscapes puzzle on her iPad and me, arms folded at the back of my head, feet on the coffee table, staring into space wondering what life wouldContinue reading “My Muse”

Late Spring is my favorite time of year. As the snow recedes, the street once again bursts with life. Mothers pushing new born babies in strollers, children riding their bikes, neighbors standing on door steps nodding to all those passing by and young bulbs peaking above the flower beds adding color to the vibrant scene.Continue reading “Spring Cleaning”

Another freezing, cloudy Winters day, minus 15 c with wind-chill.. The tenth of February, so what else can I expect, definitely not sunshine and warmth. Roll on Spring. It’s going to be the first day of lent this time next week, Ash Wednesday. Still under lockdown, no church, no ashes, still unrepentant for cursing thisContinue reading “A Winters Soliloquay”

Humans consume Never satisfied With a gnawing hunger Never satiated Like a moth to a flame Drawn in By unending credit Living on borrowed time Till the day of reckoning Where’s the balance? Between want and need Icarus between the sun and sea Neither soar too high Or swoop too low I need food andContinue reading “A Winters Introspection”

O God, Creator, First Cause, Alpha and Omega, I humbly ask you to grant my petition and in return I promise to never again swear at all those inept and crazy drivers who refuse to slow down, and spray my car with slush in the middle of a snow storm. Can you please, bestow onContinue reading “A Winter’s Petition”

It was bleak mid-winter and Jack Frost had completed his rounds enclosing the tiny village in snow and ice. At the northern end of the village Toby pressed his nose against the window, of his grandfather’s tiny house, happy the blizzard was passing. With all the excitement and pent up energy of a ten yearContinue reading “A Winter’s Tale”

I’m a big fan of the American poet Emily Dickinson (1830-1886). She lived in relative solitude and wrote 1,800 poems, which were discovered and published after her death. I often wonder how she would have reacted to todays social media. Would she have changed her style of poetry and catered to adoring crowds and thousandsContinue reading “New Beginnings”