6 Wheels

He drives; I sit armrests down blanket secured seatback reclined. We are trucker-high panoramic witnesses living a transformer life – retractable walls, 6 wheels bus-like we navigate destination discovery former stagnation distant – we are nomads, defying roots. He drives, and I sleep two old people undertaking a journey of impermanence thriving in each given […]

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Vancouver Island

Is it the robins, whose morning song, so sharp and crisp awakens me in this enchanted place or the warble of Juncos, whose hooded black faces delight me as they forage between the dried, curled aftermath of a cold winter, now pushed aside by new life sprouting.  The absence of rain drops on tin roof […]

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The Journey So Far

From the North we travelled, left just as autumn’s brilliance retreated under the startling white of winter’s cold breath Drove through towns grayed by overcast skies, witnessed a reversal of seasons, return of burnt oranges, rusted reds until green gave over to desert hues – chalky yellow hills with dusty, low shrubs, burnt umbers and […]

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Ode To The Road

A kettle over boiled will put him in a snit Leaving a light on, a sin I often commit. He forgets the garbage leaves it in public sight likes clutter around him causes me such fright. Annoyances are doubled when living in tiny space yet never will they overtake the magic of this chase… For […]

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Unsettling

Have opted for a minimalist existence – efficiency dependent on accessibility – still suffering the effects of disease, age. Used to dwell in the sarcasm of fixed roots, keep-up-with-the-status-quo, thought that swapping furniture equated with renewal Now the only fitting-in we do relates to rig size and whether or not the next stop on the […]

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Departure

He is the planner, planning routes and stops, measuring distances, researching particulars, focused on specifics I am the organizer, organizing a mass cull, distribution of worldly possessions to kids, goodwill, or garage sales He is the scheduler, scheduling maintenance, pre-departure inspections, double-checking mechanicals I am the communicator, communicating itineraries answering emails, phone calls reassuring family […]

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Is Progress This?

Is this progress, this decision to uproot, caste possessions aside, free ourselves of ties? Can his dependency, my dependency, endure the transition, released from former justifications? We are companions embarking on adventure, companions retiring past lies, redefining possibility or is this more of the same, artfully camouflaged – a continuance of flight from tyrannical origins? […]

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Pre-Journey Jitters

This ride is not all that it seems to be: this on-the-road-home, suits two, carries more – there’s unrest onboard, and the air crackles with trouble brewing. Seems we’ve brought along our bad selves, shadowy figures resembling adolescents – the in-your-face, life’s not right, and I-know-it-all types. There’s insolence in one’s actions, rebellion in the […]

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