THE FOLLY OF PLANNING Recently when talking about my travel plans to several different people I concluded with, “But who the fuck knows what will happen?” I finally listened to myself, “who the fuck knows …” And, those words rattled around in my brain. Nagging me. I began to think, “Well if no one knows…
NO MATTER WHERE WE GO … THERE WE ARE We take us, all of us, wherever we go. All the parts, the sorrows, the triumphs, the warts, the beauty marks, all in. The parts make us whole. And, the holes in the parts yearn to be filled. So, we fill them with stuff, stuffing the…
HIS DEMONS In the end, his demons came to reclaim his soul. He never knew me and I only knew him through his words. But I admired his seemingly easy ability to bare his soul, his vulnerabilities, his needs, his desires, his lusts, for the exotic, the unique. To dare to take himself to the…
THE COVID CRAZIES 3 My days blend, merge, blur, one into the other. Tomorrow feels like today. Today feels like last year. I plummet into the ennui, mindlessness, of Netflix streaming a concoction of confections designed to numb my brain and supposedly heal the pain of lacking hugs, kisses, touch, from others not just touching…
THE COVID CRAZIES TOO I’ve got the Lock Down, Crack Down, Smack Down, Blues.
THE COVID CRAZIES I am crazy like a loon. I feel my freedom eroding like the banks of a rain swollen river. Yet I have the freedom to be anything I choose, anywhere I choose, and do anything I choose. But the push me, pull me now I can, now I can’t, of these restrictions…
The COVID Blues I wear my mask. I wash my hands. I socially distance. I travel only essentially. I should be joyful at being a soldier in a great cause. And, yet I am Blue. I miss: Travel near and far non-essentially, Dropping in on relatives, friends, neighbours, Eating in restaurants with a crowd, Hugging,…
This POST is Rated R – for explicit sexuality and NSFW THE BEAUTY I LOVE The beauty I love calls to me in aromas, scents of musk, wild bitter dandelions. In visions of rosy swollen lips, bitten, laved, worshiped, near and far. You call to me to worship your cunning soul. To bury my probing…
A great big shout out to the Caring * Competent * Dedicated professionals of Alberta Health Services. Saturday morning (May 2, 2020) I had conflicting symptoms. Was it seasonal allergies? Was it seasonal flu? Was it COVID-19? After toughing it out into the afternoon — what else would a German/Scots-Irish/Norwegian mutt do — I…
