Space, empty and blackTravelers through nothingnessDeath is a journey The plush faux leather chair made noise with every movement. They didn’t understand his fascination. They being everyone. He even had the smell of leather imparted into the fabric. Dead cow. He remembered the words said in disgust, almost like a slur, from the ambassador’s interpreterContinue reading “Travelers Through Nothingness”
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Winter or Spring
Imaginary/Lines that make borders seem realCommunication“So what did it say? More winter or early spring?”“Which one?”“What do you mean which one? The little rodent in the ground. Pops out, sees his shadow, boom, more snow or doesn’t and bam, sunshine and flowers. The groundhog.”“Yes but which groundhog? The Canadian or the American?”“What do I careContinue reading “Winter or Spring”
Time Moves On
Like the butterflyOr the falling leaves of fallThe passage of timeI knew that it was time to say goodbye. Not that I wanted to go. Or honestly needed to, though if you talked to my dad he would have said I needed to go 5 minutes out of the womb. Haha. He likes to jokeContinue reading “Time Moves On”
Seasons Change
Photos by: me Season’s colour changeBright orange, red, yellow, greenDying or blooming “It’s spring down here,” she informs me, as though I was unaware of the changing of seasons and their differences depending on the hemisphere. “That must be nice,” I said into the phone. Her image smiled at me. The wonders of technology. InContinue reading “Seasons Change”
Yellow Flowers In a Vase
(Still Life with Yellow Roses) The flowers sit on the table in the corner In front of the windowWith the shades drawnThe colors of the flowers reflect off the off white curtain creating an aura around each bloomThough that could be due as much to my not having my glasses as to the reflection ofContinue reading “Yellow Flowers In a Vase”
Remembering In The Rain
The rains fall from the clouds adding to the late summer humidity rather than easing it. I sit in the backyard watching puddles form in the spaces between the stones, watering the weeds that fought their way through. Thunder sounds in the distance but too far to cause worry, as if thunder for me everContinue reading “Remembering In The Rain”
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