Environment
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Flash Fiction February Day 14 Catfish Blues Orly sat on the edge of the roof of a former strip mall and stared at the bobber of his fishing line sitting in the murky water a couple of feet below his boots. He had been sitting like this for a few hours now and his butt…
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A Different Way My father once told me that you can drown in flax seeds. Claimed it had happened to a neighbour’s child when he was a kid. I’ve never bothered to look it up, but it always sounded plausible to me. Probably because of how much a field of grain moves like the waves…
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So, the area I live in is currently in the grip of a massive, late season ice storm. Today’s poem is in recognition of this and looks at the dangers of climate change and our role in it. Enjoy! Anthropocene Ice yet lies thick upon the ground, Though winter’s in the past, Now any day…
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Today is the 27th of May here in Ottawa and it is snowing steadily and shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. This is more than a little unusual. A few flakes, a mini flurry sure. Not uncommon you say. But this isn’t that. This is uncommon for this time of year. It gave rise…
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If you have been reading my entries so far this year, you will know that I love nature. So when I look at what we do to it and our wholesale destruction of it, I get pretty depressed. But it’s not hopeless. There are much smarter people than I who are working at ways to…
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Obviously, I didn’t get this finished last night. But hey, here it is anyway. It’s all about the world we have to live in and changing it into the world we want to live in. On Not Being A Greedy Supervillain I wonder just how far we’ll go, And how we will get there. Or…
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I love being in the woods. The sights, sounds and just the feeling I get there. For me, there are few things more relaxing. This poem is also about that. Come Home To The Wild A dappled light falls gently here, Amid the forest green. And there is peace here ‘neath the boughs, Such as…
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I was supposed to post this yesterday, but sometimes life happens. Another one will magically appear in due course. Hopefully before the end of the day 🙂 On Missing Nature A long and winding country road, A field of high, sweet hay. Ten billion stars above my head, To gaze at where I lay. …
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The fabled “April Showers” are here. My job takes me outside frequently. They could have held off a couple of days. On The Capriciousness of Spring It’s April now, the rains come down, To soak me to the bone. The rains so constant, they could wear, A hole into a stone. The snows are…
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Earlier I was watching TED/Ed as one does when they are at work. And I came across this talk by Xiye Bastida ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBeU6UZyPjY&feature=emb_title ). It inspired today’s offering. On Xiye Bastida I just believe she said to me, as hope shone from her eyes. I know you don’t, and that’s okay, my dream fits…
Brain Bits To Go 