And now they're gone... But if I know anything about trains, I know they will be around again. I am excited to see the next iteration of The Snorks the next time they pass through town.
Author: Abigail Grimes
City mouse by day. Country mouse by night (and weekends)
As Sure
I grew up in a blue-collar city called Oshawa. It used to be known as "The city that moto-vates Canada" as an homage to our General Motors roots. I grew up on the south side of that city. It was a little rougher, but the people who lived there were and still are, some of [...]
Dear Oshawa Rail Yard
Dear Oshawa Rail Yard, This train has been abusing my sightline for weeks. It's just parked there. Doing nothing. Nothing but hiding all the magnificent pieces of art that are snuggly parked behind it. Can I report that kind of abuse? I didn't think so. I suppose I will just have to exercise some patience. [...]
I’m The Other Guy
I'm the other guy. I have been experiencing a lot of different emotions when it comes to my writing lately. The Caycie Thompson side of things has been chugging along. It has had its challenges, but it has also brought me some real satisfaction. She has let me experience some of the excitement that comes [...]
Two Sides of Me
I write under a pen name. That name is Caycie Thompson. Caycie Thompson writes erotica. I write under my own name. That name is Abigail Grimes. Abigail Grimes writes "mainstream" fiction, poetry and Letters to Nowhere; takes snapshots of graffiti and makes remarks about them. Sometimes, I find myself referring to Caycie as though she [...]
Genuine
It was all Fake Everything It was a Front - It was a Ruse It's True All this time you spend building this thing - you have been Lying How hollowing to see it for the first time It's a Lie What happens now? Plan B was always Plan A Where is the Path? How [...]
Passing Judgment
Coming soon. Mobile decisions.
Laugh Alone
I Laugh, Alone Do you remember when Dot dot dot I fill in the blanks Left to laugh alone The smile on my face is for both of us But only I understand its sadness Yours is a plastic smile A mask It cuts deep to see you try Even deeper [...]
What It Takes
What does it take? Everything. All that you have. All of the time. Here I sit, trying to justify. Rationalize. Make peace And you - there. No heavy lifting. Eager to accept anything I say. I almost feel bad, If it weren't for the hole in me where those things used to go. So, I [...]
Dam!
Dear Winter, Enough already. This cute little (9.5 ft) guy wants to come out to play. Yours, Giant Beaver Spokesperson Esq.
