Book Reviews, history, Memoir

Shikataganai–It Can’t Be Helped (review)

In years past we have attended the PNE (Pacific National Exhibition) and visited the barns on the fair grounds. However, I will never view them with the same casual attitude I have till now, after reading Sumi Kinoshita’s book Shikataganai—It Can’t Be Helped. That’s because those barns at Hastings Park became the home of Canadians… Continue reading Shikataganai–It Can’t Be Helped (review)

Book Reviews, history, Memoir, nature, Non-fiction, Public Domain

South: The story of Shackleton’s 1914-1917 Expedition – Review

South (Illustrated): The Story of Shackleton's Last Expedition by Ernest ShackletonMy rating: 5 of 5 starsRecently my preference in books has settled on memoir and biography. In that genre, South a memoir of Shackleton’s 1914-1917 Antarctic expedition (first published in 1919) was a real find in my stash of unread Kindle books.Sir Ernest Shackleton (1874-1922)… Continue reading South: The story of Shackleton’s 1914-1917 Expedition – Review

history, Objects, Poems by others, Poetry Friday

A poem about my name!

It’s a real treat to get anything by snail mail these days. When that envelope in the mail contains a poem, that’s a double treat. When that poem is from our own Tabatha Yeatts and it celebrates one’s own name, that’s a treat in multiples! Tabatha sent me this poem about violets for round one… Continue reading A poem about my name!

history, People, Poetry Friday

Dominion Dreams

Tomorrow (July 1st) is a very special day in Canada. For not only is it our nation’s national holiday—Canada Day—(like the U.S’s 4th of July), but this year we celebrate Canada’s 150th birthday on this day. I have been well aware of the specialness of this year for quite some time. Eighteen months ago our… Continue reading Dominion Dreams

history, light, People, Personal

“Glider crash lands on store”

“Glider Crash Lands on Store” The kid set his glider down on the roof. No, I’m not kidding it isn’t a spoof. He’s a registered pilot not prankster or goof. It sounded like lumber that fell off a truck. The plane made a hole and the pilot was stuck near traffic lights, wires— incredible luck!… Continue reading “Glider crash lands on store”

history, Religious

Machine

Machine Assembly begins the day Lucifer is fired from the Father’s project. Since then everything on earth has been sacrificed to construct this apparatus. Millennia of patient assembly leads to today’s precise Pharisaic gears meshing Roman justice with Judas cog to draw Son into Evil’s engine. He is denied even a simple wheel to drag… Continue reading Machine

history, Religious

Lucifer at Calvary

Lucifer at Calvary From the opening whistle in the garden it’s been an even match though He boastfully predicted I’d be left with a crushed head. I’ve played my hand well countered Abraham with Lot Isaac with Ishmael the Israelites with the Egyptians David with Absalom. My several setbacks? Blame them on bad luck. The… Continue reading Lucifer at Calvary

history, nature, Poetry Friday

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

history, Pantoum, People, Poetry Friday

Leah

Leah “…bury me with my fathers…. There they buried Abraham and Sarah…Isaac and Rebekah…and there I buried Leah” - Jacob in Genesis 49:29-31 The morning after Jacob lay with me even my weak eyes saw his anger. When I give him a son he will love me. Even my weak eyes saw his joy at… Continue reading Leah

Cinquain, history, nature, Poetry Friday

Full Moon Almanac

Full Moon Almanac Wolf Moon lights snow-blue fields embossed with paw print trails to where January ghosts howl Ice Moon Snow Moon February’s bluster winds heap white dunes We’ve stocked the cupboard full against Storm Moon Worm Moon March’s wiggly trails of melt, then Crust Moon Spring so white and pure we call her Chaste… Continue reading Full Moon Almanac