Passport through Darkness: A True Story of Danger and Second Chances by Kimberly L. Smith My rating: 5 of 5 stars Kimberly L. Smith and her husband Milton are introduced to the horrors of human trafficking almost by chance, when their missionary activity in Spain leads them to an orphanage in Portugal. There they come… Continue reading Passport Through Darkness (review)
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Reading a poem
Are you part of a local poetry group that meets for readings and open mics? I've been attending our local Fraser Valley Poets Society open mics and other functions for upwards of ten years now! It's been a great place to share work, get practice in reading, even sell books. For some of those years… Continue reading Reading a poem
A little screed against progress
A little screed against progress New car plays no CDs camera has no download cord it’s all Bluetooth and Wi-fi and I’m feeling pushed toward a world controlled by passwords where music’s streamed, not owned photos float on virtual clouds and my attention’s honed: delete the fake-bill email ignore the mystery link report the phishing… Continue reading A little screed against progress
Miracles: Coincidence or Divine Intervention? (review)
Miracles: Coincidence or Divine Intervention? by John Murray Cpd My rating: 5 of 5 stars After he had written a memoir about his childhood, John Murray’s wife asked him, “When are you going to write about your experiences in Eastern Europe?” Miracles: Coincidence or Divine Intervention? is that book. In it Murray tells many fascinating… Continue reading Miracles: Coincidence or Divine Intervention? (review)
Warm-up
Warm-up The robins lilt the blackbirds trill from little sparrow’s open bill an aria so sweet and round. (how can that wee bird make such sound?) From somewhere high the flicker drums with rat-tat-tat the forest thrums The ducks afraid of our bold pets alarm their alto clarinets Steller's jays rasp the Kelp Gulls shriek… Continue reading Warm-up
pulse
pulse “Music to me is like breathing— I don’t get tired of breathing, I don’t get tired of music” - Ray Charles music is the moon-pull of the blood it snares the heartbeat in hypnotic rhythms of smoky blue jazz it snares the heartbeat with swaying taproots of smokin’ hot jazz while husky voices croon… Continue reading pulse
Dancing in the Reflections (review)
Dancing in the Reflections by Patricia Mussolum My rating: 5 of 5 stars In Dancing in the Reflections, Patricia Mussolum rejoices in the beauty of nature and the simple pleasures of home. Dancing is full of stories of God's simple gifts to her—like an armful of lilacs when she was hankering for a small bouquet,… Continue reading Dancing in the Reflections (review)
Warbler’s Confession
Warbler's Confession (After witnessing a strange sight in the French Alps, March 24, 2015) Today one of those giant fowl passed with the grandest roar I watched with admiration how this mighty bird could soar. But then it did the oddest thing a most peculiar sight changed attitude from up to down descended like a… Continue reading Warbler’s Confession
Poetry Friday – fiery edition
Welcome to Poetry Friday, hosted right here this week. In western Canada, we've had an extra early start to the forest fire season this year. Last week the entire town of Fort McMurray in north-east Albert had to evacuate (85,000+ people). A fire that had started just few days earlier was whipped into a frenzy… Continue reading Poetry Friday – fiery edition
Un-Hallmark Mother
Un-Hallmark Mother While I gifted icon carnations and Hallmark lines, “Mother” to me smelled of duty and mothball wisdom. She my root of conscience, scruple permission to pursue the chaotic then, like her, to sort and label. I lived for her sideways compliments overheard in conversations with her friends. Her widow-grief broke down walls: She… Continue reading Un-Hallmark Mother
