The Madrid Pub Storytellers Club – Love Is Found

Love Is Found In that brief moment before you wake When you imagine your love in your arms. In your first morning coffee When you sense her gentle hand in yours. At the moment you look in the mirror When you picture her admiring eyes on you. In your thoughts throughout the day When you … Continue reading The Madrid Pub Storytellers Club – Love Is Found

Midweek Poems – Reaching Perfection

WARNING: SENSITIVE THEME AND CONCEPTS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. Notes: I'm starting this post with my notes, instead of finishing with them, because of the tone and nature of this particular poem. This is the darkest poem I've written to date. The odd thing is that I have no memory of what I was feeling, nor why I was … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Reaching Perfection

Midweek Poems – Strange Welcoming

Strange Welcoming There’s yellow danger tape across the Church’s front door There are many small signs spread throughout the grounds telling to not walk there There’s a big No Parking sign warning fines if ignored There’s a Wet Paint sign on the bench outside the front door There are words carved and weatherworn into the … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Strange Welcoming

Midweek Poems – Canadian Waiting

Canadian Waiting Waiting for the rain to stop Waiting for Tim’s Double-Double to get cold Waiting for Sherry Ulrich to finish her playlist on the CBC, while she rhapsodizes the great merits of Dave Gunning, and he is great! Waiting for my little family to finish volunteering at the bird rescue center Waiting to understand … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Canadian Waiting

Midweek Poems – Hierophants

Hierophants Ancient fur-rimmed hat sits smoking Extra longs Fumbling with her brand-evident keychain Arthritic hands, shaking Sipping medium steam coffee Tossing her ashes to the floor Looking up at the Observer Snarling her anger at the intrusion Defiant eyes return to the Sunday tabloid Sighing in smoke and wetting her red lips At the juicy … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Hierophants

Friday’s Folks – My Proud Dad Moment

When Our Kids Teach Us Grace This past Tuesday, my amazing daughter had her science fair. As a family, we pushed her to get organized, think out of the box, and be creative. After nearly two months of pushing our awesome teen and everything was as complete as it would be, we told our nervous … Continue reading Friday’s Folks – My Proud Dad Moment

It’s Starting To Feel A lot Like Christmas

The Best Tree We've Had So Far! With the weather going up and down, no snow yet on the ground, and the juggling of a very busy work schedule, I haven't taken a moment to consider what time of year it is. Yesterday, we made time to get our Christmas tree, not entirely feeling the … Continue reading It’s Starting To Feel A lot Like Christmas

Why I share my fears with myself as if they are truth.

Reiterating my fears in my own voice is a habit of comfort. I tell them to myself to avoid giving effort to any challenge. These are my excuses and protections against failure. If I don’t try, I can’t fail. This feels like an undigested lump in my stomach. I feel the anxiety rising up between … Continue reading Why I share my fears with myself as if they are truth.

Midweek Poems – The Apple Tree

School time in early autumn the playground is full but the out of bounds fields are more tempting. The field is more tempting and filled with burrs, but the apple tree proves irresistible We race to be kings on the age old tree by claiming the highest branches Power is kept with an arsenal of … Continue reading Midweek Poems – The Apple Tree

These Are The People In My Neighbourhood – R.I.P. Gord Downie

The news broke across the airwaves earlier this week that a beloved Canadian has passed away: "Gord Downie, frontman of The Tragically Hip has succumbed to his battle with brain cancer". I heard our country gasp in the short pause that followed. Despite the knowledge of his battle with cancer being revealed well over a … Continue reading These Are The People In My Neighbourhood – R.I.P. Gord Downie