Taking what the human eye perceives and attempting to capture that on canvass, is a difficult feat to accomplish.
Communion is a touching poem of sacred moments that touch one's life. What was your latest communion?
This blog is written in memory of my parents and every member of the Silent Generation. Your lives mattered and you will not be forgotten.
Photo by Ty Finck on Unsplash Furnace downstairs hidesthe pointy-nosed bogeymanclimbs out to chase me. Neck hairs stand up straightcement wall Chief’s headdress shadow,no window across. Old witch cackles whilestoking two hot grey ovens,we lay bound waiting. Drums beat, voices chantmoccasin feet start to danceno one hears but me. Paralyzed by fearI open my mouth to screamand nothing … Continue reading Childhood Nightmares: A Haiku Chain
Photo by Alex Dukhanov on Unsplash Grief and loss most profound Teeters on shaking ground Molten rivers of tears Erupt from latent fears Mouth silenced by a mask Pressured to take the vaxx Division, hatred, strife Slowly devalues life Media’s shame and blame Stokes embers into flames As depression taunts Loss of freedom haunts Our dreams. I … Continue reading Humanity Lost
Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash Read previous parts here. The blue-green grass, which ran the length of the centre path, extended outward into a large meadow. It looked freshly mowed. By whom? The urge to take her shoes off and run across it was strong, but Zoe resisted. Until she knew the layout of these gardens, it was … Continue reading Morning Star Manor – Part 3
Image by Layers from Pixabay My twelfth summer – the ocean of my innocence – cast an asteroid into my sea – pulling me down, like a milestone around my neck. Gigantic ripples broke the time barrier, touching every moment forward, etching every word wielded as a whip, like the rings inside a tree. The catalyst imploded … Continue reading A Moment Outside Of Time
Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash. Zoe watched Mr. McEwan’s lapis-blue eyes light up the moment he saw the key she was holding. “I don’t imagine you’d remember how to get to the garden?” “Not remember! No lass, if there’s one thing this old man can nae forget, it’s that garden. That wee key has been in your … Continue reading Morning Star Manor – Part 2
My muse for this poem was the unprecedented number of wildfires raging in the interior of my former province of British Columbia. The smoke from those fires has covered our summer skies for weeks now in Saskatchewan.
Photo by Modesta Žemgulytė on Unsplash Zoe pushed her fiery-red hair back behind her ear a moment before she turned down a familiar winding driveway. The once pristinely maintained road resembled more of a track now, overgrown with ferns and nettles, while untrimmed silver birch trees formed a domed canopy. The interlocked leaves created an eerie dimness … Continue reading Morning Star Mansion – Part 1