Monthly Archives: September 2012

(left: Scamp–late 1950s; right: Pepper–1990s) Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.”–Tennyson, “Songs from The Princess” There will come a time when the dog that loved you unconditionally, that followed you around, tail wagging, the one that you … Continue reading →

Can’t sleep– long thin cloud over Winnipeg this morning Lenny’s dead: no five o’clock bells or aficionados weeping in the streets just wind-rippled puddles cathedral silence & funeral-like cars backed up for work on Portage Ave Soft flamenco strum make … Continue reading →

lakes                                         breathing secret night                              without wind cold moon                                another wave by forever we                                desire north only fall                                     dim lost ……………………………………………………….. The sensation or ‘feeling’ of missing pieces. We constantly receive information from our context and/or nature. That information tells our inner being if … Continue reading →

“I dwell in Possibility.”–Emily Dickinson, #657 “We make ourselves up as we go.”–Kate Green Periodically, along the way in our lives, we become temporarily, sometimes permanently, aware of missing pieces. These moments of awareness of things and people missing in … Continue reading →

First, you must be a woman in pain saved by a knight, of course, or comforted by a dowager in tableau grief. Or float like Ophelia, mouth open, hands supplicant, to a Browning heaven. Pretty, but not long for this … Continue reading →

“So fold thyself, my dearest, then, and slip/Into my bosom and be lost in me.”–Tennyson, “Songs from The Princess” He stands in a lane of an October night Dark leaves blowin’ at his feet His breath hangs white on the … Continue reading →

Dressed in a pinstripe suit he promises you the moon but offers you nothing. Reeking of after-shave he claims he can get you ‘the very best deal today.’ He lies about the options & raises the price whenever you think … Continue reading →

True, it gets soiled now & then & after fall with snow. Eventually ice then waiting for beak-pecked memory. Spring’s first robin– full, the mirror bath catches eyes alike, revives new stock. So someone refills it–it is, after all, expected. … Continue reading →

(with apologies to Kenny Rogers) On a warm September mornin’ on a couch in a staffroom I met up with a teacher, we were both too tired to speak. So we took turns a-starin’ out the window at a school … Continue reading →

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