I have many time on visits to London wandered past the Café de Paris, once hopeful to perhaps visit but this did not come to pass.
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As the Bulldog Keeps Surfing
Thoughts arrive like butterflies but don’t chase them away…hold them – as the bulldog keeps surfing.
To Hang the Stars Upon
I have mostly made way for the universe coming towards me, choosing not to out-distance myself from its tumbling nature.
To Be Where I Have Been
All of these steps continue, albeit there has been no personal return since November 2018. The shadows have indeed grown long and I must find my soul again upon these trails.
With the sun will come more flowers!
Dear sun, so happy you are here, near to my person, the ache is gone and I am again cradled in your arms.
Help To Light My Way
Soon your birthday…no way to be…no way to be…Me: Sorry I won’t be there for your birthday…You:…it’s alright…[easy lovin’ you…
Steel Rule Over the Falls
Heron Spreads its Wings In my presence the steel rule plummets to the tiled floor of criss-crossed ceramic and grout – the rule’s edges crashing upon the two colour pattern conjures a zenith of endless Zildjian cymbals rising in multiple shimmers all caught within an empty room of echo. My tranquil domain shattered – the […]
On and On
And so, it is to be a selection of six – white, green, orange, red, yellow with blue, blue with yellow…ribbons…a string to a hand…to remain grounded for hope – to let go for higher aspirations. And yet we have matchsticks and petrol cans. Have you got some time for me…that it could come to this?
Generations of High Water
People helping people, filling sandbags, finding comforts, waiting, hope, worry, searching amidst the loss, new friends, the military is here (or has returned). Stop the water…move the people…save the livestock….save the sturgeon, evacuate, evacuate…find higher ground as sirens wail their haunting scream. In the worst of times the best of us found.
The Lights Aren’t On
Sometimes you walk to write…and bring a camera too…just in case those images of fall might work for this night. And so I wander about the Thanksgiving homes…a tune within my head. I sense the streetscapes and homes quieter than normal…still…pandemic and all…cars are in front of homes…people at the table. The turkey and all…good chatter. In seeking the colour in the leaves I happen to see one family at the table…its good to see as I wander on past the crescent moon.