Quester

Like Quixote and his windmills, I chase horizons Questing after the unattainable Like a windup doll mechanically tuned set on failure, motivated, nonetheless.

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The Quest

The heart resides in fragmented nests, each beat a rhythm of its own desire; we search for wholeness between breaths, haunted by longing – a secret fire – a quest for knowledge to lift us higher. (Written for dVerse pub, hosted by Grace who challenges us to write a quintain. Image from personal collection.)

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Production

What will be remembered when the show is over – will humour linger will dreams tarry will belief matter? Friends depart sans farewell lost in the debris of divorce we pass in shopping malls serve each other with smiles avoid lively interaction new responsibilities develop we are directors obsessed with reason, ideals now lapsed singularly […]

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Today is a Good Day to Die

A satiny bed awaits me, pearly white, with a prop for my head, indigo drapes offering privacy, comfort for eternal rest. Today is a good day to die. Yet, I wander, in search of self, I travel the highways, seek respite in rest stops along the way – Tim Hortons, souvenir t-shirts, no place to […]

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Day 213 “Life After Life”

“Scoot up on the step, Rie-Rie, and let Mommy put on your new shoes.” With only weeks to go until my second child was to be born, I found bending over impossible. Obligingly, Marie climbed up the steps and offered me a foot. “Look how shiny they are! Don’t you love them?” The black patent […]

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Day 194 “Buddha Nature”

The bus I am riding on is actually a small house. The bus driver sits at the front door and collects fares. The front door opens into a dining room, where riders are playing cards. I move back further, into the adjacent sitting area. My friend Sandy is here and she has a young child; […]

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