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Sling-Shotting and Flying

Fall poked its head in this week. The nights and morning have been downright chilly. Long sleeves and light jackets have reappeared, but I’m refusing to retire my sandals and flip-flops before the end of this month. 968 more words

Life

Sunday Mornings

“Noooo!! That’s my truck!!” I can hear them screaming back and forth over which one of the hundreds of little toy trucks is whose. I step in and untangle the tiny fingers from around the Tonka truck and tell them each to pick a new toy. 499 more words

The Quiet Ones

A voice, frozen and timid,
bellows from the base of my belly.
My words, black and white, are seen
yet never heard.
Absurd pedestals and selfish eyes, 163 more words

Poetry

iPhone photo: Open for Breakfast


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The Bay Leaf Cafe: my favourite Sunday morning breakfast spot.
We sit outside so our Siberian Huskies can come along.
The cook brings them a bowl of water and encourages bad behavior.

IPhone + IPad