I Was Seventeen

I Was Seventeen

I was seventeen with dreams I couldn’t interrupt. I saw my father in the past, my mother still cooking chicken. I was ready to put my foot into the river of life, into experience, into conversation, into love, my hair shiny and curly, my eyes open to everything. I...
Garlic and other things …

Garlic and other things …

I was chopping garlic, getting ready to prepare dinner when a waft of pungent flavor hit my nostrils. I stood still looking at tiny bits of a white minced bulb wrapped in it’s own paper. Garlic is packed with nutrients. It is the genie’s bottle. I always use garlic...
WAKING UP

WAKING UP

I woke up hearing the galloping of the lake. I pictured mermaids riding high on the crests of the white caps. I swore I heard laughter like bells and songs. I listened, eyes closed, hoping to hear my name called. What bit of a person can lasso that kind of power? I...
Lake Huron

Lake Huron

Lake Huron is making a fuss in front of the cottage with rolling waves, white caps, and the wind to stir it all up. The sky is grey-green with a nip of chill, reminding everyone to finish up any summer fun that is left over. I become alive when there is no sweat on my...
The Guitar Picker (song lyrics)

The Guitar Picker (song lyrics)

Here’s a new song we’re working on putting to music and an old photo of my Uncle Eugene (they called him “Zoe”) who died tragically at a young age.  He had a such a thirst for life! This has nothing to do with the song but I wanted to share...
A Bad Boy

A Bad Boy

In the deep dark forest of Mewanabe Lived a boy of character called “Don’t want to see” He was beastly and biting and pretty cantankerous But not so much different than all of the rest of us He don’t like this and he don’t like that He says, “Everyone else don’t know...

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