A Poem a Day Project Last night I dreamt that I was young, That life for me was endless joy, I knew no right, I knew no wrong, I only knew my mother’s songs. She sang of love, of God above, And birds that sang the whole night through, I knew no pain, I knew…

I entered this world with a petulant shout, Saying, “Let me go back, I didn’t want out!” “This world is too noisy, so crowded and smelly, I liked it much better inside my mom’s belly. I’ve heard about how there are folks who are rich, And others who sleep in the dirt in a ditch.…

Silver Birch Lodge is a good place to rest, From a lifetime of living and giving your best. You crawl out of bed and turn up the heat, Then back under blankets for a little more sleep. It’s snowing outside but you don’t have to worry, ‘Bout shovelling the white stuff each time that it…

I made Pork n Bean muffins. Madge gave me the recipe. “Beans are healthful,” she said. “Pure protein.” She didn’t mention the flour, sugar, An entire cup of oil…. But raisins are a fruit, And nuts are a legume. I’ll have a muffin for supper, No need for a meal.

I made Pork n Bean muffins. Madge gave me the recipe. “Beans are healthful,” she said. “Pure protein.” She didn’t mention the flour, sugar, An entire cup of oil…. But raisins are a fruit, And nuts are a legume. I’ll have a muffin for supper, No need for a meal.

MY SON’S JOURNEY THROUGH SCHIZOPHRENIA In January 1984 my son Bruce left his home town of Fraser Lake, BC for Toronto. His plan was to find a job and take night school courses in Commercial Art at the University of Ontario. He would room with a part time teacher he’d met while attending high school…

MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! shrieked the voice of the pilot, his words piercing through air traffic control communications emanating from distant speakers. “Good God! the plane’s off the radar screen. It must have gone down!” CP AIR FLIGHT 21- JULY 8, 1965 is inscribed in stone at the memorial cairn in 100 Mile House where scores…

My brother was born in March and died in March My husband was born in April and died in April What is it about March and April that marks the beginning, and also the ending, of some of my favorite people? My brother never liked his birth month. For many years he’d had health problems.…

A spider plant’s known to filter pollutants from the air. It’s tendrils extend from behind my computer and television set. They sniff and snort what’s been reported on Global and The National. Their tiny green eyes scan Facebook. They’ve heard me sing off-key. And they’ve inhaled burnt toast in the morning. No wonder the poor…

Shingles. Such an odd name for a disease I wasn’t supposed to have. For weeks I’d had aches and pains One night the pains were in my chest. I embarked on an adventure-filled trip in an ambulance to be hooked up to every heart monitor in the hospital. “Not your heart” said the friendly physician.…