By John Urban You know, some days, I get down. Probably from too much of nothing.The greater power then might just arrange for me to see how well off I … Continue reading The Hitchhiker
“Memory presents a slideshow of single frames, strewn randomly across the floorboards of my lifetime”
Everyone can embrace circular living. No one can do it perfectly, and no one can do it alone.
The pandemic provided me with a gift in staying home…
So thank you Wakefield and dear Chelsea old and new. You have been the best of neighbours and most wonderful friends.
Lest the word ‘capital’ evoke pictures of a city, I must report that Moresby had a downtown area of one block and boasted one traffic light.
With its undulating hills and valleys, open fields and forests, running streams and creeks, it has become an inspirational and spiritual place.
By Chris Corcoran “I hear you’re musicians.” I peered around Peter to join the conversation. It was a Saturday night in March and we were listening to a drum circle … Continue reading Shakti Sunday (revised)
by Michelle April
“Mémé keeps repeating I love you and then there is silence. The purity of that love, is unparalleled. There is no baggage with this love. I say goodbye and hang up.”
by Paula Halpin
Out of nowhere came Covid-19, a microscopic party-pooper that heartlessly blew up the Great Canadian Birthday Plan.
By John Urban
I asked her to keep her eyes focused on the flame as I started passing the lit candle slowly in front of her from side to side…
By John Urban
The only poem I ever wrote that worked-it brought the lady back!