Monthly Archives: November 2015

(male flicker) …………………………………………………………. 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, … Continue reading →

grey november sky park benches etched in snow wind strokes the last robin’s wing breath warm & then gone like a memory lovers lost in each other’s eyes we walk beside the river & dream of hibernation ………………………………………………………….. It goes … Continue reading →

Feeding Mr. Dowdy on E-5 the limp oatmeal dribbling from his uninterested mouth. Grey eyes dead he lives in another time another war. I shave his face its stubbled contours maps of memory and fear. The razor cuts unevenly– knicks … Continue reading →

(letter from jazz great Dave Brubeck to an aspiring young musician) (the wonderful deep world, syntax, stream-of-consciousness of Virginia Woolf) (the pleasures of reading solitude; Rick in gr. 12 class) (the power of pop song lyrics and language to capture … Continue reading →

“Infinite possibility is good, not bad.”–James Gleick, The Information What do you know? What do you want to know or need to know in a given moment or situation? ‘The Information’. You could be an executor dealing with a parent’s … Continue reading →

(for James) The kingdom…is spread over the earth and men do not see it.–The Gospel of Thomas (as quoted by Joseph Campbell) We all start life in various relative contexts of safety, security, advantage, disadvantage, family, and love. All these … Continue reading →

“Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow” –from “Mr. … Continue reading →

(originally posted on November 4, 2012 ) My parents would never have reconciled, enjoyed a happy retirement, and died on the same date, one hour apart, nine years to the day. I would never have finished grade 8, moved from … Continue reading →

(on left) my father, Delmar (Del) Vernon Davies (1926-1998), in Royal Canadian Navy (Sept. 9, 1943 to Apr. 23, 1946 and–in its Reserve–Sept. 13, 1960 to Sept. 12, 1965). He also served in the Royal Canadian Air Force from Mar. … Continue reading →

(photograph and handwritten copy from In Flanders Fields by Lt.-Col.John McCrae, M.D., Toronto: William Briggs ed.) McCrae used “grow” instead of “blow” in this copy/version.