Category Archives: Prose

The Nature Of Time

I am free! Able to go where the wind takes me. Directed by its strength until it steps aside, replaced by its opposite.Suddenly with a howl, a flurry of great magnitude takes place, covering all in its embrace.Then, just as suddenly, it relinquishes its hold and is gone. I am no longer free! I now [read more]

Traffic

Traffic is comparable to life, constant surprises at every turn and at times something or someone stops you in your tracks. The trick is to travel safely from point “A” to “B” without mishap. 99% of the time we are able to do so without much difficulty. However, every now and then you will bottom [read more]

True Meaning Of Circus

Traveling here, there and everywhere! The sounds of laughter, the smell of hot dogs, pretzels and popcorn fill the air! Suddenly all goes quiet and a large clear voice begins to spin a tale of mesmerizing detail with the assistance of Shriners, cast, props and crew. Lights, music, food and good will are in abundance. [read more]

Plenty of angels in the sky

As the sun was shining downFrom up above in the bright blue skyEveryone was at peace, filled with loveEnjoying the sun, Haiti styleDealing with their daily livesUnder the Peace of tranquil skiesSuddenly there was rumblingNowhere to run…No place to hide…Why did this disaster have to happen?They did not have to die…God is not greedy…He already [read more]

The Silent Tide

Trying so hard to live each dayI reach on out and give things awayTrying to help others find their wayEmbracing the moment as it slips awayPulled in all directions yet I have no sayAs I sleep thoughts begin to gain swayCompulsive actions I try to hold at bay Searching, creating and letting goWords never truly [read more]

Awakening

View Post I awoke one autumn morning to silence, nothing and no one aroundNot a breeze in the air, no movement on the ground All was still and silent The multicolored leaves on the trees pull your gaze upwardsProviding a backdrop for the clear baby blue sky above All was still and silent Curls of [read more]

The Path Of Life

Standing along the edge of a wandering brook, you gaze into the water below. The reflection of you and the world around is disturbed by the constant movement of the water cascading over the bed of rocks. The sound of all this movement rushes to your ears adding its voice to the orchestra of life [read more]

Little Angels

I was just four years old.Living in the black hills of Dakota,Within a trailer park.One summers evening,Father came home from work.Both my Mother and Father sat me down,To explain my sister was on the way.Nine months past and we were back in Manitoba.Little did I know what an angel she would be to me. Every [read more]

Seasons

Winter The ice grips the ground creating trails and sheets which make walking and driving a cautionary tale. We tend to be unthankful for the warmth of summer and all the comforts we enjoy during the season, alas, we tend to ignore the present, lost within the prisons of our own design as we scrape [read more]