Tag: prose

  • Live and death

    Live and death

    June 6th. I remember many things from today, but the event that touched me the most was when I was in grade 11. I was doing a project on radiology. I have no idea what it was about to this day, but I remember driving with my dad and my best friend to Brandon to…

  • June the 5th

    June the 5th

    I realized halfway through today that I was off work on Friday. And on Monday! For the first time in ages, I’ve planned a conference that is about being a well person. Technically it is work related, and I’ll get credit, but I expect to see a few familiar faces and others who I feel…

  • White nights and grey days

    I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I went to bed at my regular time, the usual tired, nothing much to suggest it was going to be one of the ones I dread. Every now and then, often for no reason, I’ll catch myself staring at the ceiling for hours, tired but unable to drift…

  • The aphids

    Today, we went to the lake. We anticipated a day of riding bikes and possibly playing near the water, although most likely it wouldn’t be warm enough to swim. We drove up, grabbing breakfast along the way and the kids ate contentedly while we drove, watching a movie and allowing the adults to talk for…

  • Saturday slurpee

    Saturday slurpee

    Saturday is a day that can swing either way- deliciously relaxing or jam-packed full. Today mixed the two into a slurpy, almost as though when drinking a refreshing and delicious drink, when I’ve accidentally sucked all the flavour out and I’m left with only the sad, tasteless memories of my previously amazing beverage. While today…

  • Family Friday

    Family Friday

    Friday, June 1st. Today was a wonderful day. Maybe it was the caffeine, or maybe it was a sense of accomplishment guiding me through my day. For once, it felt like I was in a flow state, where everything went smoothly. I thought I’d be late between places, but instead, I had plenty of time.…

  • Retrospective

    Retrospective

    What do you have to look back on? Do you own a shelf of regrets, Or a wall of memories of families and friends? Times of celebration, birthdays and family reunions. Or does it show awards and achievements? When you look at them closely, were they alone, or with loved ones standing close by your…

  • Breaking bad

    Breaking bad

    What words do you say? The day you tell them they’re broken? Watching as their face Falls Collapsing into lines of sorrow As their dreams Blow away on the breeze How can you cushion The body blows? Soften the harshness Of a lifetime sentence? Is there a way to be kind As you cut out…

  • Yin/yang

    Yin/yang

    Do you suppose If you juxtapose Good and bad You’ll get middle of the road? Or will It be Like shades of grey Without any light Or dark of day? If you mix extremes Sometimes it seems You end up with nothing Of consequence So remember this Chiaroscuro sense Best of friends Are white and…

  • Épuisé

    Épuisé

    Some days I feel old, Exhausted and burnt out Wondering about life And full of self doubt When I slog though my day Fueled with caffeine and nerves I wonder what I did wrong If anything, to deserve Days of anxiety Nights so full of regret Thoughts about those I may have upset Worries of…