Author Archives: rdavies

(previously posted on October 3, 2012) The “movement” had degenerated into spontaneous assaults and the occasional flare-up in the city core. At the time I was living in a high-rise with a friend, having moved downtown from the country. One … Continue reading →

I dwell in possibility. –Emily Dickinson Everything hinges upon our realizing the essentially transitory possibilities. –Viktor Frankl Become a possibilitarian. No matter how dark things seem to be or actually are, raise your sights and see possibilities–always see them, for … Continue reading →

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door- Red-is the Fire’s common tint- But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions, It quivers from the Forge Without a color, but the light Of … Continue reading →

to escape the misery of Edmonton winter… (The Inn at Laurel Point on the tip of the harbour) (myriad tulips at Butchart Garden) (a Tally-ho carriage ride through the back streets of old Victoria) (the Japanese garden behind the aforementioned hotel) … 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 →

True, it gets soiled now and then and 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 →

(a song not found on the above recommended album) (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 … Continue reading →

(Laurence Olivier in his most challenging role as Othello) “All the world’s a stage,/And all the men and women merely players:/They have their exits and their entrances;/And one man in his time plays many parts.”–William Shakespeare, As You Like It … Continue reading →

(Self-portrait, Saint-Remy, Aug.-Sept., 1889) mad yet humble tried to do it straight neat, failed peasants–his touchstones lunatics, haystacks, whores faces, chairs & shoes (Theo helped, wrote back at least) eating his paints, poisoned, saw sunflowers as they really are tried … Continue reading →

“What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?” –E.M. Forster