When you were Eden, that longest prairie night, warm with verdant moss on trunk, no soft cover, river shine vivid – Me, a bee, would
Tag: memories
Slippery
Slippery performed and my eight-year-old heart applauded cheered when he escaped, mourned the capture, prayed for flight’s courage but survival skills eluded – was certain
Problematic
“You’re an enigma” mother would tsk, ushering me out of the door, brown bag lunch, book bag dragging, to catch a ride across town a
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
Snapdragons
Snapdragons transport me back to father’s gardens – the pleasure of pinching delicate flower mouths forbidden as I was, tiny feet banished from tiers of
The Pen Is To Blame
This is pen is far too vociferous, illuminates the disabled rage, dismissing my concerns, as if outgoing messages are company for its dispassionate agenda. No
