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 [...]
Dear Winter, Enough already. This cute little (9.5 ft) guy wants to come out to play. Yours, Giant Beaver Spokesperson Esq.
Note the "Real Feel".... Oh Momma!
My Dearest Briar, I send you happiest wishes for this new year. Being here, without you, has been difficult. Far more difficult than I could have ever imagined. It is in this - emptiness - that I have had the time to reflect. To make peace. To find strength. But there is nothing here. Nothing [...]
It is a cold, windy winter morning here in Ontario. I was motoring along, heading to the 7:03 am train when I noticed a new train in the railyard. New train means new graffiti. When I stopped to take this photo this morning, I was amused. I did not realize it was a warning. "Dun [...]
I gotta tell you, I am so tired lately. I am back to work full time and find myself struggling to stay awake long enough on the train to write one complete sentence; for I know that once I get home, it's a countdown to bedtime. A time, mind you, that seems to be getting [...]
On the first day back to work and school for everyone, I was walking to the train and came face to face with this lovely piece of railcar graffiti. STUN All I could do was agree. In the -10 degree weather with the wind kicking up, I felt every single letter and silently begged the [...]
As we welcome 2019, I would like to take the opportunity to thank you for coming along on this journey with me. All the best to you and yours for the coming year!
Today is December 20th and I will be back in the swing of things in exactly 14 days. Between now and then comes Christmas, Boxing Day, New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. And if I am being honest about it, I am not really in the holiday spirit. Having been off work for the [...]
Are you a phantom? Sent to remind of me of past sins A figment of my imaginings perhaps? Here to curse and swear Are you the ghost of what could have been? What may still be? Or, are you but a shadow? Long and reaching, when light is spilled in the darkness [...]
