This is a glimpse at some of my writing study decor, including a new-to-me painting (upper left) that I spotted at a thrift store on a weekend at the end of March. It’s not a print — it’s an actual painting on canvas. Although done in 1999 by a mystery artist, it’s actually a copyContinue reading “Woman with Still Life”
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The Art of Doing Nothing
Not working on books for a while is scarily, seductively addictive. Wait, did I say that in the last post? If I did, I blame it on my sun-muddled brain. As I write this, I’m on a trip/vacation home to Osoyoos, in British Columbia’s Okanagan Valley — our own Napa of the North. And thankfully,Continue reading “The Art of Doing Nothing”
Aww, Nuts!
May began with a quick weekend getaway to one of my favourite places: Parksville, on Vancouver Island. It’s paradise. Honestly. I would be happy to spend the rest of my days there, strolling the cute downtown core and taking long, long walks on the sandy beach. Peace and quiet were definitely the name of theContinue reading “Aww, Nuts!”
It’s a Spring Thing
I bought the S.S. Getaway (my kayak) late in the season last year and was only able to take it out twice before the weather turned, so I’ve been itching to get out on the water again. The weather app on my phone was getting a daily workout as I checked the forecast way moreContinue reading “It’s a Spring Thing”
The Day Before (a checklist)
They say writers should resist the urge to submit something immediately after writing it, and that’s usually true. Recently, however, I ignored this advice—and I’m glad I did, (this time). I wrote “The Day Before (a checklist)” on, appropriately, the day before the first day of school. It was a busy day that even includedContinue reading “The Day Before (a checklist)”
never you never
Visual poems are a challenge to publish online because it’s hard to maintain spacing. I’m sharing this one as an image, but the text is included below it, as well as in in the alt-text. Tip: try it in reverse order! As always, thanks for reading the words I put out into the universe. –SoniaContinue reading “never you never”
Published Poem!
The Winter 2022 edition of the Van Isle Poetry Collective publication is out and it includes my poem, “Trees of Remembrance”. You can enjoy the magazine for free online or purchase it in print on their website. (Purchases support the publication.) The cover also features beautiful photography and art by Vancouver Island artists. It feelsContinue reading “Published Poem!”
Trees of Remembrance
October 2021 marked the 100th anniversary of the dedication of memorial trees planted along Shelbourne Street (Memorial Avenue) in Saanich and Victoria, British Columbia, following the First World War. Recently, Dr. Geoffrey Bird of the War Heritage Research Initiative at Royal Roads University produced a film about the history of these trees. The documentary inspiredContinue reading “Trees of Remembrance”
Eden’s End
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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”
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”
Morning Song
When you step through the doors, the conductor has already raised the baton. The music begins pianissimo, so quiet that one might miss it completely. It starts with footsteps, the grit under your shoes breaking the rhythm when you don’t keep pace. You pick it up gently with the beat of your breath, strong andContinue reading “Morning Song”
Sonia Nicholson 