That summer we hiked past the rip-rapped roads stayed high up on trails, logged to the water line, covered in young hemlock, red alder. —That’s how you find the river —Line by line, the alder&hellip
Voyageurs all of us. Riding the day long shimmer of waves reflecting window storefronts. Circuitous routes catching us in their current. Shooting the Rideau Street rapids. Funneled along MacKenzie King. Dashing to a swift stop&hellip
The oriole sings in the greening grove As if he were half-way waiting, The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green, Timid and hesitating. The rain comes down in a torrent sweep And the nights&hellip
Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make&hellip
Magpie as neighbour. You’ve moved in, hold your raucous parties, shout at the kids, fix up your house—a slipshod, DIY endeavour that always seems half-done. Twigs strewn all around the yard. We complain that you’ve&hellip
The moon has gone over the hill and now still lustres faintly in the trees before she sinks in cloud banks, marsh, the flattened sea, the pale shine of the beach which, with no moon&hellip
While volunteering in a soup kitchen, I hit it off with a very attractive single man. It was a relief, since my mother and I always laughed because the men to whom I was drawn&hellip
Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it. The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be. Being alive is the meaning.
We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.
A boy is selling fish on a corner. To get his customers’ attention, he is yelling, “Dam fish for sale! Get your dam fish here!” A pastor hears this and asks, “Why are you calling&hellip