Tag: prose

  • A writer’s life?

    A writer’s life?

    Monday, Monday, So good to me. It was everything I hoped it would be. I woke up and ran all by myself, with the household fast asleep until I finished. Apparently, time change meant no tiny audience watching Netflix and interrupting my (admittedly slow) treadmill exercise. And then I went to work- but this morning,…

  • The best day ever

    The best day ever

    Some days you just wake up feeling motivated. For some crazy reason, I decided I was going to drive us all to the mountains to swim at the hotel with the water slides. Now, normally when I get a hankering for family time, I finish the day wondering what the heck was wrong with me,…

  • Return to life

    Return to life

    Time flees on wings of zeros and ones Ripped from my mind one piece at a time Lights flashing incessant noise Short circuits my brain Anxiety passes, Replaced by numbness, Surreal and blurry Slave to the tube, the phone, the click Dopamine hits Trickles away, Leaves emptiness behind Suddenly I remember The sun The grass…

  • Gold medal finish

    Gold medal finish

    Another Thursday night, The rush, rush, rush of karate, feeding the small humans, and homework. I was struck suddenly by a thought as I read with my grade one child. How did we ever learn? The act of sounding out words made me feel dazed, as though I had stepped into an alternate universe. It…

  • Nighttime musings

    Nighttime musings

    Another day of first and last Time to breathe has come and past An olive branch extended wide A soul that’s full of well earned pride A life that’s lived has been earned Lessons of life have now been learned Winter seems to never leave Two months too long for anyone to grieve As I…

  • A typical Monday

    A typical Monday

    Another winters’ day, colder than I’d like, with the crunch of snow and the bite of the arctic in the air. I hate going outside when it’s like that, And yet, it’s so pretty I can’t help but marvel at the sharp edges on everything. The air smell so crisp, like frozen life and sunshine.…

  • The weaving

    The weaving

    Strands of happiness, Twisted grief Bunched up anger, loose relief The fabric of our stories knits us together, Filled with small stitches as strong as leather The material isn’t smooth, or even in colour But without variation Life would be much duller So just remember On days when you struggle every thread adds beauty Even…

  • Snowy roads, warm hearts

    Snowy roads, warm hearts

    I woke up to the sight of snow battered windows, dawn struggling to filter past the blowing snow. I had no idea what the day would bring, other than the clearly present snow. On most Saturdays, I take the morning off my exercise routine, believing that I should rest at least a little from the…

  • A February Winter’s Eve

    A February Winter’s Eve

    Today is the last day of February. A short month with a lot of viruses infecting our house. I’m tired of winter, tired of coughing, tired of feeling old and deaf, tired of watching the sun get dim so early in the evening. But tonight, as I watched my family picked places on the couch…

  • Premonition

    Premonition

    Have you ever had a premonition? A feeling so powerful that you just knew If you turned the corner, opened your eyes standing there would be something you’d already seen, experienced, lived? Is it the dream that wakes the dreamer? Or a reality already lived? Does the soul remember everything it’s never seen Or forget…