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“unknown”

By on Aug 19, 2015 | 0 comments

Fragments and more fragments of pieces and memories, photographs faded and lost stitches and run on sentences waiting for the unknown to make itself known. Pieces of a puzzle from a billion different puzzles with no guide map or compass to find the way to the truth but I can file the corners down, and bend and cut and shape and pick out pleasing colours and create my own truth knowing it wouldn’t be your truth.That clenched muscle deep in your stomach that can’t beat back the butterfly wings threatening to escape upwards until they pour out of your mouth, flapping towards eternity, the same one you got while standing out on the wing of the plane, the roar of the wind so loud that all you could think was, “I never knew it would be so loud” even as your body pushed back into the violent air, a cushion of trust towards the unknown opening and then it was quiet so quiet and time seemed to...

the shape of clouds

By on Aug 4, 2015 | 2 comments

I live in an environment where the shape of clouds are always a varied affair of elegant evening skirts billowed across a dance of blue sky and black angry tuxedos swelling in a crescendo.  The soft fluffy puff of the poodle speaks of warm soft winds and sigh and a whisper knowing that the winds can blow in the eerie funnel shaped clouds that speak of a fury of wind and hail and tornados in the heat and aftermath of a cloudless sky of hot uncomfortable heat. The clouds of last season’s early spring were a low pressure affair of white that filled the sky like oppressive tulle and matched the snow that fell in thick wet clumps, the snow that no longer dots the greening landscape but judging from the lack of soft dots of cotton set against the palest shades of blue, it will fall cascading like a waterfall before the day is through. I enjoy the high up flavor of grey streaks high up...

and the roses climb

By on Jul 9, 2015 | 0 comments

(polaroid sun 660 / impossible b/w film) the roses climb and climb higher, so high i need a footstool to prune and deadhead as petals rain down on my feet below, so high i will soon need to pull the ladder out of the garage in order to perform the necessary maintenance, so high i wonder if i should build an arch and send them across the sidewalk and back down the other side, so high my neighbour can enjoy them from the kitchen window of her raised bungalow, so high they might reach the sky. they were an experiment as most everything in my garden is and was and i wanted something different than the hearty rose bushes that grow large and fragrant dotted around my yard, a climber and i wondered, would a climber be strong enough to endure the long cold freeze melt of our winters, would a climber actually climb high enough to flank an arched entry in my front yard, would a climber actually...

a trail of thoughts, in list form

By on Apr 21, 2015 | 1 comment

  (canon eos a2 / fuji velvia 100 / 50 mm) 1. last fall, in the brisk cold wind, i lifted up bits of grass in my back lawn and pushed crocus bulbs into the earth.  i had read that if you plant crocus in your lawn, they will bloom brightly and eventually die down before the grass greens and grows tall enough to mow back.  spring can be a bit depressed looking with months of brown while the earth warms and the buds slowly burst into greenery.  i forgot that i had experimented with the crocus until my husband pointed at the tiny green sprouts and asked, what is that?  and then i remembered.  and now there are pretty yellow flowers scattered around the small patch of back lawn.  this fall, i will plant so much more all throughout the lawn and possibly in the front as well because those bright yellow flowers feel like the best kind of hope to me. 2. it is unseasonably warm this spring...

a few things

By on Apr 10, 2015 | 0 comments

  because.  fish tacos. i recently spent 2 weeks in california and it was pretty fantastic, all that blue sky and sunshine.  especially since it was all blowing snow and icy fingers over here.  i brought a few things home with me. fish tacos.  no i didn’t actually bring home fish tacos but i rekindled my love of the fish taco.  all things taco actually.  i have been eating a lot of tacos since i returned home and searched out some mexican restaurants to try out.  there are a lot more than there were the last time i checked.  and i found a really easy shredded chicken recipe in the slow cooker so that makes it easy to whip up a taco any ol’ time.  yum. ease.  i left my brain somewhere in the air between here and there and spent my vacation in a fairly dumb state.  literally.  i don’t remember the last time i was so dumb and unable to even coherently string a...