Superstitious

Initials carved on a tree in the sand silent cries begging witness? Mortal eyes only offer indifference Signals then, to a sentient being, nature-sourced an ancient longing, indefinable, unquenchable Tides erase, time distorts – no telling what response will be achieved – a superstitious quest. (Written for 50 word Thursday.  Image compliments of Deb Whittam.) […]

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A Convertible Summer

Summer of ‘67 the British had invaded and Canada celebrated 100 years of confederation – and Dad, at the top of his game, came home with a brand new, powder puff blue convertible Eagerly, my sister and I loaded into the back seat, laughed at strands of our long hair flying into open mouths, strains […]

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