Spinning

I have been spinning my poor-me’s into gold for all the days I can recall. And using that gold to buy everything that I can hold. But there is more to spin each night Rumplestiltskin. I am standing in the rain wondering when you’re going to show up? Cold, and soaked, with all this gold…

Safe Word

Hands bound, spread eagle America murmurs a safe word, Liberty but the rape (consent now withdrawn) commences. America struggles gagged her eyes pleading as lawlessness spreads and permissions fall slapping her faster than vanishing web pages With each angry thrust she sputters a safe word, Equality but another jab tears through her sending millions of…

Words

I’m haunted by words I said yesterday they won’t let me go. Promises, vows, intentions, blowing the curtains on a windless night, but they’re just the soul of a dead decision. I’m afraid nothing is so simple. To fall in love was dead easy but not simple. The ghost is numbing, dumbing, humming. And I…

Walking the Garden Streets in Fall

Walking the garden streets in fall colours kaleidoscope in misty tableaux burnt red of dogwood, yellow ash. The fog clings to a thousand depths of green. Blossoms of beet juice bloom impossible dahlia blades. My eyes drown in the dreary beauty walking the garden streets in fall.

Business

I am going to take fear out back and shoot him. Stand him up against the shed and blow his fucken head off. I want to see his brains scatter gritty and grey like a cremated body. I am so sick of fear want a divorce from this decrepit old man. Sick of listening to…

Silence

The long cold silent winter stretches out like a thin blanket on a loveless bed. I trust that there is life there – a barely beating heart in hidden leaves and sunken acorns frigid bulbs. It’s the silence that deafens me. No birds no dogs no screen doors slamming. No ribald teenage calls at two…

Resolution

My lips shall not speak a resolution this year. Instead they will whisper a prayer kiss a hand press it to my cheek. Bereft and longing but I cannot resolve a path – Will not resolve a path. I pick my way through the orchard stepping over ancient fallen branches and rotting fruit corpses. The…

Baby Zombie

          I am trapped can’t escape banished to the cellar steps examining my shoes through my tears. Living in this house moving room to room unnoticed singing behind the curtains floating in the bath. I am a baby zombie invisible bumping into walls while everyone goes about their day. How can…

Clementine

          I peel a clementine and contemplate the world. My world. Soft little peel spongy, barely clinging to the fruit gives way easily like a thin chemise. He handed me this orange so perfect and round absolutely quenching sweet and bursting in my mouth. The sky storms winter falls the sun…

Yes

          I say yes to this gift on my knees fumbling for words yes yes yes You want me this way, this madly? Then I am yours. And I say yes to this gift I didn’t see to read I couldn’t find the lock I wouldn’t turn the key I didn’t…

The Apple Tree

Gnarled old thing with twisted limbs and thick grey bark. I lean on the fence watching as birds fly in disappear into the leaves reappear flustered, flutter off drunkenly. The fruit glows dark and shining like eyes across a room. I wonder for I’ve ate apples sweet and new but I’ve picked apples wormy and…

Hello Winter

The winter is coming the colour falls from the trees. Soon the boughs will be barren outside the window. The light goes faster, the day is gone before I know it, and the candles want lighting. I carve a pumpkin, numbing my hands in frozen pulp. Stabbing eye holes and a maniacal grin. I light…

Thesaurus

On the way to writing workshop I pass a book sitting out on a planter as though waiting for someone to take it. People do that these days; instead of keeping things forever as in olden times, they throw things away; purge, recycle, declutter. And someone, on this fine October day, decided to place a…

Last Whisker

How can it be? I strain to see and pluck and pull – futility – and feel the prickly little wire poke through again each week, each hour, growing like a menopausal weed upon my witch’s chin. And then the old man, afraid and spent, fingers frail as chicken bones, pulled down the shades, lost…

Old Love New Love

When I called her in the year before she died, really I just wanted confirmation that my amorous meanderings were valid. Were something she would have done. But she didn’t give me that. She said, You know, at my age, it’s just nice to have someone to hold me. I babbled on a little longer…

A Mouse Tale

Kindergarten. We sit in a big circle on the floor. The teacher passes around a mouse. It is a very small mouse. It fits in the palm of thirty-one five-year-olds. Until it gets to me. I don’t know that I am about to do what I am about to do. There is no prior thought…

The Riding Lesson

As the car drove onto the gravelled parking area I was suddenly reminded of the Freiderich’s farm, the crunch of the driveway, the slam of car doors. My sister would strap on a velvet hard hat and hop onto a horse for her weekly riding lesson. The other riders and horses walked slowly in a…

I’m a Writer

“And what do you do?” “I’m a writer.” Silence. The slight frown. Then the question. “What do you write?” I hate this question. I write words goddammit. And sometimes sentences! “Oh, lately I’ve been writing fiction, a novel actually. Well, not a novel, a novella.” Squirm. They look embarrassed for me and it sounds like…

Frugal Fable – The Pantry

After I quit my marriage and full-time job my pantry lasted about two and a half years. I didn’t know it was a good idea, but while I had money I overstocked the pantry. Pantry items include spices and herbs, salt, sugars, vanilla extract, liquid smoke, Worcestershire sauce, tins of beans and tomatoes, bouillon cubes,…

Green Stone

            I am hopeful. It comes in waves. Hopeful you will discover you love me. My despair keeps crashing battering at the break wall says you won’t. But I am as hopeful as the large sky and blue lake that filled my eyes today and the tiny green beach stone…

Frugal Fables Begins

The idea for Frugal Fables came as I was filling in for the receptionist at my local naturopathic clinic. The most challenging aspect of the job was booking appointments for busy career women. Some women told me they started work at seven in the morning and they wouldn’t be home until past our closing time…

Filling the Empty Nest

Last January, a sudden bout of empty-nest syndrome collided with my daughter’s desire to get a puppy. At first, she wanted me to get a puppy that she would “visit and help take care of”. Fat chance! I outlined for her the many reasons I would not house a puppy for her. Two of them,…

Why Christmas turns my Crank

As an atheist I would never have wished Christmas away, entirely. Granted, I bristled at the Christian takeover of a pagan solstice celebration; but I had nothing against a saintly old man who poured gold pieces into the stockings (hanging to dry by the fireside) of some desperate young sisters (their orphan-hood and poverty were…

Casualties

They celebrated the Armistice, for the second day in a row, at the mid-day meal; Grandma Claughton had attempted and succeeded in baking a light and fancy Angel Food Cake. The mood in the house was joyful, even if Viola thought Ethel was a bit sulky and withdrawn. Viola guessed it was difficult to celebrate…

Couldn’t put it down

When I wrote Chatterbox I had an editor who went through the manuscript with me, word by word, line by line. It was an exhilarating process that took several months. After my work with him, I continued to revise and polish the manuscript. When I felt it was ready for outside eyes I enlisted the…

Gluttony

Yesterday I pondered: why is gluttony considered a sin, or why would God, if there is such a being, care whether I overeat. In other words, is it not God’s will for me to enjoy the edible abundance and bounty in my world? And if not, why not? It didn’t take long for Mr Google…

Odd Ball

This moon this changing mood am I waxing am I waning am I full? These empty ovaries twin moons white nodules in the sea of me fireless stony and silent. My mood slithers from orbit like a cracked egg sliding down my thigh I’m moving toward uselessness. My mother assures me, the time beyond this…

ENEMY, the movie

My Review of ENEMY: This movie was filmed so that it looks like a bad, yellowy Polaroid from the 60s. Everything, including Jake Gyllenhaal, is brown. It’s shot in Toronto, and our city never looked more depressing – reminded me of my childhood. I found it very humorous, but then I laughed throughout FINDING LLEWYN…