Tragically Hip Survivor

It started, oddly enough, about 8 miles outside of Bobcaygeon on highway 36 towards Big Island. It was a weird place to start an invasion. Most people think it’s because it’s out of the way and they were looking for a place to happen. I have other thoughts. Though nobody cares what I think, atContinue reading “Tragically Hip Survivor”

And With This Ring

Love on a thin stringEncircles the heart like springFor all four seasons “Do you have a loonie?” “Sure, let me check my purse,” said Thelma. “Here you go. Why do you need a loonie?” “For the gumball machine there. They’ve got little toys inside,” said Scott. Thelma rolled her eyes. “You are such a child.” Continue reading “And With This Ring”

Backseat Journey

Time stored and bottledStrong winds behind driven carTerror memoriesYou close your eyes as the car heads down the highway. The music of 20 years ago sings doo-wop lulabyes. At least the car isn’t weaving this time. You lay on the long backseat of the red Buick. It won’t be long. He’ll get tired and we’llContinue reading “Backseat Journey”

Soft Explosion

They say California is where fools go to find their dreams and dreamers go to find their fool. Henrietta was neither fool nor dreamer yet she found herself stepping off the plane in LAX.  “Father forgive me for I have sinned. But not my will but thine,” she thought as she walked out of theContinue reading “Soft Explosion”

Memory/ Remembrance/ If Only

My eyes close in restMuch like the moon at the dawnMy mind stays awake I stand in the cemetery where my grandmother lays. Beside her are two soldiers, one on each side. Her husbands. Military service, the ultimate sacrifice. Military servitude to a military life. Happy wife, happy life. There are medals you can onlyContinue reading “Memory/ Remembrance/ If Only”

A Drop of Wetness

“Would you like some wine?” asked Alexander. “That would be lovely,” replied Rebeca. “Your usual?” “Of course,” replied Alexander, pouring a healthy serving into the chalice before Rebecca. Rebecca took the chalice within both her hands, letting the fragrance of the wine wash over her. And the faint perfume from its chalice steals her worriesContinue reading “A Drop of Wetness”