Now I lay me down to weep
My torment will not let me sleep
If Azrael doesn't come this night
I'll summon the strength to continue to…
Stretching from the UBC Endowment Lands in the west before sputtering out just shy of the city limits in the east, 10th Ave is Vancouver's most beautiful street. The majestic chesnut trees that line the street provide respite from hot summer's days and gives one the sense of being in a forest while still being in the city.
The street is also part of Vancouver's cycling network and I wouldn't be surprised to find out that it is the busiest. Using this route, one can cycle from the…Continue
This morning I ran into my neighbor while I was walking my dog and he was gently persuading his aging retriever to do the same. As part of our usual exchange, he asked how I…Continue
Good fences make good neighbors~ Robert Frost
Keeping good fences is not only an act of self-preservation, but the only way to keep the steady flow of people away from our door. Sometimes though, the fences are invisible, or the people are desperate, and they show up at one in the morning anyway.
Last year I wrote about an artist who lives in my building. A starving artist, really. Never enough money for food after the rent was paid. I…
I'm fairly certain that at least 90% of my problems can be traced back to Freddy Kruger.
The first time I saw A Nightmare on Elm Street, I was five. It was the most terrifying thing that I had ever seen. I would have nightmares about it for the next fifteen years. It wasn't because of the gruesome murders. It wasn't because of the murderers supernatural abilities. It had nothing to do with the exceptional makeup work for the time or Robert England's acting skills. It was because when…Continue
I am still adjusting to the fact that I have a cleaning lady in my employ even after more than a year now, brim full of hubris as I am about my own self-sufficiency. I would never have sought out one in order to engage her services.
This all came about just before La Mexicana moved to Mazatlán to be closer to her son and his family. Laura had been cleaning her house once a week during all of the years that La Mexicana lived here and had become her confidante and good friend, too. The…Continue
Please allow me this moment of kvetching, which sometimes is the cheapest, bestest form of therapy.
On the way home tonight I glanced into my rear-view mirror and saw a young man driving a battered old garbage scow about 10 centimeters off my bumper. If his steering wheel had been a living thing it would have long since asphyxiated as he was gripping it the way Hans Gruber gripped Holly McClane's Rolex as he plunged from the upper floors of Nakatomi Plaza. He appeared unhappy I was…Continue
How long have I hated myself? I really can't remember a time when I didn't. My mother told me I was the happiest person in the world until I was 15. That's when things started changing. Things happened I didn't have an answer for. Thus began the never-ending cycle of blaming the most obvious person - me.
My body was changing, boys were taking notice. My friends hated it. My mom had cancer and was in the hospital more than she was out. I was molested. I went from most popular to most…Continue
"But after my dreaded beheading
I tied that sucker back on with a string
And I guess I'm pretty different now
I feel you,
around the corner,
in the attic
a steady pulsating rhythm, like IT
L'Engle, King style ITs-
all encompassing boogieman
unbalanced evil always ruins the honesty
and why is fear always the first emotion of lust?
This is a wonderful hour of music. I used it as inspiration for my last story
and I know you will love it as well. Give a…Continue
Last night I went into the wash room to get a small bowl of my dairy free ice cream ( yuck but it's ice something) and as I opened the door something moved in the dog food box that had been left uncovered yet again.
As I stood there a possum came out of the box and I screamed, yelled, cussed loudly,…Continue
What IS this world coming to when we can’t just turn a blind eye to those promoting hate and bigotry. I mean, does it really matter if members of corporate America are using money to support organizations that work every day to discriminate against fellow Americans? Sure, maybe it IS technically their own personal money. Sure, maybe they go on record as saying that the company they built supports this bigotry and will continue to do so. We all have the right to free speech in…Continue
Silently waiting for it matters not
beauty glows here mute
Reticent and paper thin
the page still rests unturned
Reluctantly the shallows teal
tranquil of deaf…Continue
She came to
provide an hour
culling heirloom seeds,
or so you said.
with her brown hair,
brown eyes, lithe frame.
who sat on our porch
where now I seldom sit.
I met her at the drive,
as I stepped off the stoop.
you must be a
She gazed at the damp
quilt spread across my
arms ready for…Continue
Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning I wake up and start an argument.
Maybe I’ll just skip the cardio dance class today. My hair looks too cute to sweat.
“Think Nike, Lezlie. Stop your malingering, you twit. Get your ass up!”
That teacher at the senior community center seems to forget how OLD we are. So what if she is running marathons every month and she is in her 50s. Big whoop!
“Just do it, you wimp. You know how…Continue
To all who knew our Toad: he was so often the best and only sometimes worst. Rich in heart and obsessions, he was an amphibian among men. I must confirm today the rumors are true: Mr. Toad is dead.
The Toad is Toast.
You have no doubt heard the ignominious details of his demise. The jade green deco bathroom on the 1st floor is cordoned by tape and the investigation continues. It was his favorite room, so toad-like in its décor, so wet and humid when in normal…Continue
Lorianne has a current post up about refining your work. Got me to thinking "I should try that!"
It's vaguely unpleasant, hence the current title
do not want to go
obligation family love
do not want to stay
do not want much of anything these days
bright colored cloth
stealing these things from myself
from security and what could…
Russian weak man "Pussy" Putin broke down wailing in tears when he found out not everyone loved him. "It's like I rigged the election for nothing!" he openly lamented. "I just pulled out my last…
Lately I have been remembering a project I was involved with years ago, bringing improvisational theatre activities into a female juvenile detention center in Cleveland Ohio. It was an experience which troubled me then, and continues to trouble me today.
We were a group of 4 or 5 actors and actresses, relatively new out of university with our fresh BFA degrees, and we went as part of an unpaid professional theatre internship to help the inmates better express themselves. The…Continue