It seems today is the first day of winter I turned my back away, thinking I would not feel the chill of your leaving Still, it blasts through me. Your heart full to bursting I wasn’t there to wish you well And cannot say goodbye.
It seems I will never sleep again Or else sleep too deeply for the rest of time Today I hate Sundays because Sundays are a day of goodbyes My soul is raw and tender with your leaving We created the past together, and all our lives are a crescendo of tomorrows But the tumult of [...]
Words won’t let me settle I held you under water My lips covered yours to steal your last breath I have been Cassiopeia tumbling inverted through the winter sky I have been Hibernia burning yet nothing all along.
I watched a video today that a friend (a couple of friends, really) shared. It’s embedded down there. The long and short of it is that a boy who has gone through shite with bullies is not giving up. I certainly hope he doesn’t. Give up, I mean. Because his video broke my heart today. [...]
Today is your sixty-fifth birthday. Time for the government to start paying you back, ha-ha. I would have brought you a cake in the shape of enormous breasts, and joked that if you held it down around your waist you’d recognise what it was supposed to be. The boys would have made you cards and [...]
“My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world.” A letter to Canadians, from Jack Layton
Roughly, or thereabouts, I figure, since I last saw you. Of course, I am forgetting the time I saw you in passing at the top of the escalators in Place Riel when you told me you were studying education and science and were thinking of becoming a teacher. You asked me to tell my mother [...]
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