A few days after my husband died, I was contemplating about whether I would receive some kind of message from him. Other people had said their loved one had done so. I did not hear his voice, which was good because that would have been scary. My message was more in the form of a…

Colours in night skiesWhat may they signify?We are one on Earth Human brain pausesWaits for the emergenceOf kindness and trust Old songs old memories“Autumn Leaves” “Sincerely”Each song had a story Water from on high should quench the thirsty soilDouse the forest fire Those living long agoHelped shape the world we knowWe may do the same…

My memoir is a mix of narrative and contemplative poetry, composed in bygone days. Each has  its own accompanying recollections from my early childhood years at the Coast, to postwar adventure and obstacles in the rural Interior of BC. Suitable for all age groups. An historical overview of happenings between 1930s and 2023.

Ready to travelPink bow on my suitcasePink sweater to match May dark clouds gatherAnd rain upon our paradeThe dry earth needs water Home to the dry northFrom the dripping wet southPut away the umbrella Waiting for the greenWanting to plant flowersBut it’s snowing I hear the birds singNo longer dizzyEar wax is gone! Deer munch…

That night in a motelIn Prince George, BC.March 1985My son had taken too muchMedication for hisSchizophreniaHe lay on the bedHis hands clasped tightlyIn prayerAttempting to sort Whatever was going onInside his addledBrainHis little sister wasFrustratedThe movie she wanted to seeWould soon startMy son peered at us with eyesThat had rolled overIn their sockets..A side effect…

Today’s Haiku We come, make changes, go Each of us has a job despite Built-in obsolescence Deer on the roadside White patches in its fur No need for winter clothes DAY 18 OF POETRY MONTH Medical Researcher Check the mice encased in cages They all have viruses in stages Give C & D some tetrycycline…

Somewhere in this worldThe air is warm and grass is greenBut it isn’t here Springtime at the lakeWater between the cracksBirds perch on ice cubes Today’s a good dayToday is the best daySince yesterday Old people and youngShuffleboard at the LodgeAnd I almost won Round plates are betterForks don’t slide into the foodMine are square…

Too Much TV Day 8 (a day late) At night I like to watch TVBritish shows appeal to meSet in rural geography I binged-watched Vera’sThirteen seasonsNever flinchedNor had a reasonHer murders helped meSleep at nightThough I’ve an affinityFor fright ‘The Unforgotten’Season threeIs gorier thanIt used to beI close my eyesBut still I seeThe knife as…

WISH YOU WERE HERE October1945Our family had been caught upin all the excitementjoy and reliefthat the WAR was over There was dancingIn the streetThe baby-sitter jutter-bugged on the kitchen floor My mother was singingWith the radio on full blastNo more blackout curtainson the windows at nightNo more listening intentlyfor a blast from the sirensomewhere on…

The Piano, the Guitar, the Violin Todays Haiku Music stirs my soulFolk or Country, Rock n RollPoems and melody The Piano, The Guitar and The Violin ( The prompt has to do with how different things may react in different ways) I may have interpreted the prompt wrongly… Piano goes, “plink, plank, plunk”Playing with a…