Smiles lay heavy upon our lips Our mouths empty caverns, through which jumbled alphabets clamour and spill Forming sharp stalactites and mighty stalagmites Forging treacherous paths Over time, from below and above fuse to impressive columns of silence, containing all the things never said As we grow, we tread old patterns on new paths Search [...]
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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. [...]
Dam!
Dear Winter, Enough already. This cute little (9.5 ft) guy wants to come out to play. Yours, Giant Beaver Spokesperson Esq.
Dear Briar
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 [...]
Dear Night Nurse
Well, Good Evening Madam, May I take your coat? Your hat? No? Well, that's all right, come right in. Make yourself at home Pardon me for being a little bit standoffish, but may I ask what it is that you hold in your hand? No? Hmmm, again, with the "No". You are so mysterious. Don't [...]
Dear Tuesday
Dear Tuesday, Why, oh why do you feel like Monday? Is this just the first repetition in a Groundhog Day series of events? No. Please. No. It's early yet, let's get a cuppa joe down (or two) and reassess. You may feel like a Tuesday yet! I believe in you. Signed, Cautiously Optimistic
Dear Friday
And now for some whimsy.
Is that a mushroom on that cow's back?
Dear Briar
Dear Briar, It's raining again today and it mirrors how my heart aches. I could not get you off my mind this weekend. Nothing could distract me. And I tried. I really did. I tried to watch television, to sleep. I even tended the garden. But you were there. In everything. Every bloom, every character. [...]
Dear Brother
And it isn't even his birthday!
Dear World
Pour Vous