Monthly Archives: March 2014

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. This poem from the current long winter of our discontent. (Ironically, Alison was gone before it got published.) Picked up my copy of the anthology today at the Edmonton Room, reconnected with old writing friends, and renewed my membership to read and … Continue reading →

(lid of box for storing earphones; iconic image and truth) “The world should listen then, as I am listening now!”–Percy Bysshe Shelley, last line of “To a Skylark”  

(from Journal of Katherine Mansfield, 1914-1922) “By health, I mean the power to live a full, adult, living, breathing life in close contact with what I love–the earth and the wonders thereof–the sea–the sun. All that we mean when speak … Continue reading →

Lucky me, indeed. Yesterday Randy Bachman’s Vinyl Tap Tour live concert show at the old Playhouse Theatre in Winnipeg DVD arrived. A trip down familiar musical territory in my old musical stomping grounds. Bachman, in Ray Davies’ Storyteller fashion, talked … Continue reading →

Yesterday my 2-year-old grandson quite enjoyed this classic toy which is about possibilities, movement, structure, and the limits of imagination. He also enjoyed a young snowy owl and woodpecker’s nest with parent and three babes–two sound-bird toys–from the Wild Bird Store, a pleasant … Continue reading →

Last evening at Festival Place. Great, unique sound/s that had everyone up and “Dancing in the Moonlight” for the home stretch of their over 2 hour set. All held together by The Voice and songwriting of the incredible Orbisonish gift … Continue reading →

An only child of the ’50s, I was often plunked in front of the radio-record player, while my mother popped out to work part-time. For the most part, my first 6 years were ones of isolation, away from other kids … Continue reading →

If accessing site from Internet, activate any photos not showing automatically, by clicking on any picture frame. Then click “Continue to this website”–pics will emerge. When loaded, double-click upper left-pointing arrow twice to re-enter entire website with all blog photos now … Continue reading →

1. The Luck of the Irish: a delightful 1948 flick with Tyrone Power as a restless American who encounters a leprechaun, while in Ireland, who follows him back to modern New York, working as his manservant. There is even the novelty … Continue reading →

“When I’m with you, It doesn’t matter where we are Or what we’re doin’. I’m with you, that’s all that matters.” –“Beginnings” “You’ve got to find someone else to take my place, Share his love with you, ooh. But if … Continue reading →