just one day is all I ask, to flit and flutter, freefrom the everydaytasks that have cluttered the pasteleven months of masks and Have you washed your hands? andtemperature checks. You’re good to go – have fun. everything is strange in the New Normal and we march across the pool deckgoggles and suits in whiteContinue reading “eleven months”
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Poetry Publishing News!
Well, this was a welcome surprise to come home to today, (especially since lately I’ve been caught up in the anxiety cycle of submitting my novel to agents and waiting for responses.) I’m excited to share that my poem “Faith” has been published in Time Of Singing, a journal of Christian poetry based in Pennsylvania.Continue reading “Poetry Publishing News!”
Redux
As 2020 draws to a close, I have been thinking about the parallels between current times and the “Roaring Twenties” following WWI and the 1918 influenza pandemic. Just like then, we are living through a historical event that will be studied and written about one hundred years from now. Once all of us have receivedContinue reading “Redux”
Provenance Unknown: An Update
The year 2020 has been a Rubik’s Cube of emotion, an ever-changing combination of sadness, inspiration, confusion, anxiety, and connectedness. There have been days of merriment, days of not wanting to get out of bed, days of frustration. Sometimes the right squares aligned, and other times the colours were a contradictory jumble. I have experiencedContinue reading “Provenance Unknown: An Update”
Autumn
We blinked, and suddenly it’s fall. I wrote this poem last autumn but kept it squirrelled away until now. I’m more drawn to writing poetry these days even though my focus is my novel; it offers a welcome break between chapters. when i doubt the dimming light caught in drops like headlights in eyes castContinue reading “Autumn”
Birthday (A Poem for Rose)
This week we celebrated my daughter’s birthday. While she was opening presents, I quickly wrote this poem as a simple but heartfelt gift to her. Birthday (A Poem for Rose) sweet, green girleyes round like peachesrolling up to heavenwhen you think I can’t see you(in the young, fresh grass)sprouting, all limbsgangly and beautifulto carryforwardstrongly, boldlyyoursecretContinue reading “Birthday (A Poem for Rose)”
Sharing Paper Hearts: A Follow Up
Back on April 11 I posted my first attempt at song lyrics, “Paper Hearts”. At the time I asked any musicians who might be interested in giving the tune a go to contact me. Honestly, my expectations were low, and the lack of any kind of initial response just confirmed that this was justified thinking.Continue reading “Sharing Paper Hearts: A Follow Up”
Riding Miss Betsy
Her steel body squeaked unnervingly as we bounced along the uneven pavement. My hands, gripping the short, ribbed handlebars, struggled unsuccessfully to keep the oversized front wheel from wobbling. The man who lives at the top of the block looked up from his weeding, amused. I had regularly watched him breeze up the hill duringContinue reading “Riding Miss Betsy”
Paper Hearts
This is my first song, inspired by current circumstances and by the signs of hope that I’ve been seeing on my daily walks around the neighbourhood. I’m a writer and not a musician, though, so if someone would like to put my words to music, please get in touch. I would love to be ableContinue reading “Paper Hearts”
Living the In-Between
It’s been a while! Since my last post, I have been busy writing poetry and submitting to various publications; working on a novel (my big project for 2020 and the main reason why you won’t see too many posts this year!); and meeting once a month with a small, supportive group of writers. Here isContinue reading “Living the In-Between”
The Last Stand
I recently entered the Greater Victoria Public Library Tiny Stories Contest, in which submissions must be 420 characters. Quite a challenge! Though I wasn’t selected as a finalist, I was really pleased with my tiny story. An army advances, machines of mass destruction taking aim. Their targets face them in silence, standing tall and awaitingContinue reading “The Last Stand”
Objects of Affection
Well, my fingers didn’t fit in the holes quite like they used to when I was young, but everything else was perfect. The white numbers and letters circling the clear plastic dial like groups of children on a merry-go-round. The chrome hook cradling the heavy handset with its curly cord hanging slightly kinked in aContinue reading “Objects of Affection”
Sonia Nicholson 