Like a River Glorious

She sat on the bridge rail Made of field stones, I sat on a mossy rock below Feet immersed in the ice Of May water running from Last month's snow, Watching it fall and chuckle Over moss coated rocks. diamond & emerald  Something about the water Washes away stresses That never really mattered. sand & … Continue reading Like a River Glorious

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How I Killed My Succulent

My thumbs might appear to be red, but they are actually green.  All three of my grandmothers still garden.  One raises her own produce patch from seeds, keeping the seedlings inside, until the snow melts.  Another grows beautiful rows of flashy petunias, stately gladiolas, and vegetables for fresh eating.  The third, rearranges her perennial grasses, … Continue reading How I Killed My Succulent

On Knowing: Part One

There was something heady about roaming rows of tomes full of ancient legislature--red-bound books that boasted debates from the House of Commons and forest green, gilt-bound ones that contained government discussions of Canada, even before it was a nation. The shelves held, too, pamphlets of official reports to this or that Member of Parliament standing … Continue reading On Knowing: Part One