Mutterings of a Mood

The Mood of the Sea Beside you at the new day’s rising, Isee the hologram of your surface,sometimes silver, sometimes grey.I hear the craggy momentum of history upon glacial shore;and the soft edges of a heron in morning contemplation;The crumb of my biscuit is salted by your ranting;my spirit is cleansed by your laughter’s salinity….

Book Review: The Brilliant Life of Eudora Honeysett

I have to admit, this piece came to be because of sweet potato fries. Ok…actually, sweet potato fries and a trip to the post box…proximity to my local independent bookstore, aka palace of wonders…and a fondness for the folks who work there. I went to drop a letter in the box and thought, While I’m…

Good Night, Robert Burns

Good night, Robert Burns, though we’ve not formally met. I pass you all the time, aware of you, yet only on the occasional New Year’s eve do I give you true consideration. Until this evening…when I caught you looking out over our city…this evening when the sun was dialling down to a gentle horizon glow…

An Appreciative Sigh: Peace of Place II

I share this now from the warmth of a coffee shop where I just had the woman who made my flat white ask—“Do you live near here or over on X street? I saw a woman taking out her garbage at the building next to mine and she looked just like you! I thought that…