Sunday, June 28, 2020


Dreaming dreams of having to leave.
And, in those dreams, I am confused;
I ask myself, why?
As there is nothing I wish to do less.
Maybe here is a message realised;
Nothing more than the tenuous situation
That is life itself.

Saturday, May 23, 2020

White Light

The older I get,
the closer I feel
to the stars.

Sunday, May 03, 2020

Anecdote from the Dreamscape

I dreamed of cyclones
forming before my eyes,
and of witnessing offensives
alighting silently in the dark,
upon parachute wings.

May 3, 2010

Sunday, March 29, 2020


"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the the changing fortunes of time.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."

Author: Max Ehrman (1872-1945)

This is my Bible, and I believe these words are appropriate now more than ever.

There is a myth that the Desiderata poem is centuries old, found in an old church in Baltimore in 1692 and of unknown origin. In fact, the poem was written by Max Ehrman in Terre Haute, Indiana, sometime during the 1920's (possibly as early as 1906) and copyrighted in 1927.

Sunday, February 23, 2020

From the Dreamscape

The apocalypse was upon us and we had sought shelter in an abandoned wooden structure. This is where we met, Brian Cox (the Professor, that is) and I.
Over several days we used our brains (of course) and cunning to survive in a ruined world. Quickly, a bond grew and something sparked between us.
It wasn’t long before Brian popped the question, “Do you think we will ever understand the origin of mass in the universe, or discover the nature of dark matter?”

Ah, the dreamworld; veritable fodder for the imagination.
And a right nod to the Professor, a very smart man.

Thursday, January 02, 2020

Taking A Cue

I heave a big sigh.
It is good to be back, but the early January black dog is round for its annual visit. I will embrace that dark being until it is time for the light to return.
The whirlwind of the Holiday Season has left and I am what remains; a bit scattered and worn. Jenny has left once more for her life in Vancouver. Bob has chosen to move on to beneath a his own set of eaves, and is in the process of boxing his belongings and gradually setting up his new home. Beth is doing her best to help her aging and recently widowed mother-in-law. I support and wish Beth all the best with the positive changes she is making in her life.
This being said, I have a need to do more writing; getting the thoughts and words swirling about in my head onto paper, so to speak. I enjoy the relative privacy and the quietness of this space compared to the noisy and busy places of popular social media, those pages of which are bombarded by such things I do not necessarily need, or need to know.
So, here it is. I have taken the cue and followed in the footsteps of two dear friends back to these pages. Thank you Anne-Marie and Gina! I hope to meet with others in this place, as well.

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Finding The Way

Seek; in the dark.
Learn; without thought.
Grow; despite oppression.
Laugh; in the face of despondency.
Weep; where there is only joy.
Thrive; in captivity.
and Soar; upon clipped wings.

Wednesday, October 23, 2019


That fleeting moment,
between darkness and dawn.
A silence,
that sheds neither
shadow nor light.

Monday, October 07, 2019


The shadows are dark,
And the sunrise is offering light.
The earth is thirsty,
And the dew is offering sips.
The mountains are cold,
And the clouds are offering hugs.
The trees are tired,
And autumn is offering rest.
The air is still,
And the wind is offering breath.
The day is spent,
And the night offers quiet slumber.

Monday, June 24, 2019

Choreography of a Fisher

the eagle
the osprey
wingbeat for wingbeat
swoop for swoop
wheeling and diving
then the fish drops
slipped from the grasp of the osprey
the eagle
like a rock
to rise again
with its plunder

Tuesday, March 26, 2019


As the moon’s bright orb
slides across my windowpane.
Soft breathing,
And counting heartbeats,
Lead me to the precipice.  

Wednesday, March 20, 2019


With all that is hurled upon us,
it can be difficult to believe
that kindness exists.

I am firm in my own belief

that the world exudes its own kindness,
and as a result,
we are immersed in it.

Be kind to the perceived unkind,
and seek the compassionate.

For they are there. 

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Correction Line

Occasionally, I sense the earth has taken a great shift.
But, in looking up, the stars are the same,
And the sun still rises in the east.
I then understand; it is I who has taken the curve,
And a new perspective launches into focus.

Friday, December 21, 2018

The Cold Solstice

Rejoice now the inequality of the day,
For once more we persist toward symmetry.

The moon round and bright will light the way,
As souls ripen to warmth before the yule.

Constellations pulse coldly holding the dark at bay,
While hearty radiance spills from festive chambers.

For this is where we touch; midway,
Then on to where the sunlight will conquer the night.

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Seeing November

If I had pastels in shades of grey,
These are the colours I’d give the day.

If I had crayons of the deepest white,
I'd save these all for the moonlit night.

If I had pencils in sepia brown,
Herein this manner I'd forge the town.

If I had paints of watery blue,
I'd sweep the sky from within this hue.

If I had pens in monochrome fill,
It's these I'd wash across every hill.

If I had brushes of satin sheen gold,
I'd stain bleak meadows to reflect its cold.

If I had charcoal in black like pitch,
Their tips I'd sharpen to shade my niche.

Alas it's purely my own mind's eye,
In my head alone do these tinctures lie.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Mona Lisa Smile

Amid the diesel and through the dust,
Between the metal and the rust,
I have yet to discern why,
A certain glimmer caught my eye.

Perhaps it was within a glance,
Or the clash of fate and that of chance,
To cause this sparking of the minds,
That often seeks a bond that binds.

Rumbling gears they shook the ground,
The assault of steel an enormous sound.
Yet there remained a glint of quiet,
Hidden behind the mud and the riot.

Surrounded by such clamour and mess,
There appeared very little to impress.
To unearth this glitter amidst the muck,
Could not be purely borne by luck.

As sunbeams slanted across the mire,
The moments pledged to never tire.
So through it all the twinkle remained,
And the glimpses shy were never feigned.

Alas the season passed unknown,
And the sunlit days we had since flown.
I was struck by a gleam amid the grime,
Yet know full well I have done my time.

From here I choose to always see,
This deep reflection of not just me.
His glowing countenance held no guile,
None... but a Mona Lisa smile.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018


Soft breathing
in the early morning darkness.
The animals stir and the house hums
in undertones.
The day's renewed promise
hovers in the corner.
And patiently
we await the dawn.

Saturday, January 06, 2018


I had a dream
That when I looked into the mirror
Past my shoulder
The impossible was possible.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017


I believe I met a dragon
All sparkly, red, and bright. 
She held me gently in her arms
While I dreamed on through the night.

Saturday, December 31, 2016


We have the power to hope for this upon any day of the year!