it’s the heart
that preserves youth
that’s why god made love
stone cottage
I have been with my father to the place
He was born and spent his first six months.
A stone-fitted cottage
High in the hills
sticks as art
The 6:00 AM walk to the lakeshore
To bathe and swim.
This morning a different route through the still-shaded fields
race track
Anticipation.
Country music upbeat bounce.
“Callin’ all you cowboys, these ladies want to dance.”
my child has a child
My child
Has a child
I hold a baby with skin that’s clean and fresh
a walk with emily
Spindly fir tree
Set amongst the baby’s breath
And some other white flower I don’t know
The name of.
a christmas carol
A Ghost Story of Christmas
Written as a novella by Charles Dickens, abridged to bring you pleasure and joy of the season.
the wedding
I’ve waited too long
I should have asked
Mom
from the depths of the forest
A roar rose out of the depths of nowhere, piercing the silence of the forest. Moments later they emerged from its foliage like phantoms on wheels, and
you are back
you’ve been gone so long
and now you are back
sitting across the table
watercolours
I worked in watercolours from about 1978 to 1989. These are a few of my paintings from that period.
Canada Day 2017
She was a big boned woman
kind of proud and tall
came up from the beach
hits the dust
conversations
not finished
stilled
orange cup
The orange cup
Beside the path
So out of place
by reason of need
My hair lay
heavy and tangled
on my pillow
Reunions
You used to envy those others whose poise and confidence
were such that in any social situation
they could hold the attention of the room
guardian angels
He didn’t come home for Christmas
they called the hospitals
no news there
viola rides the bus
Babe.
It’s me, Viola
I am your mother
venus
She was a calico
cat, I mean
beautiful