The farmhouse where I grew up - Photo © 2009 by V. Nesdoly Missing Home I remember squeaks and slants in the floor of our last home can picture the gouge in paneling beside my desk the crumbing rubber on the patio-door seal. In the shed I see rust-freckled freezer top shelf of garden powders… Continue reading SJT – Home (Missing Home)
Captivated Puffy white lambs in the sky. Iridescent dragonflies. Furry bees. Jewel birds flitting and fluting the forest with warbles and calls. A plush rabbit’s coat. Moist velvet tickle of a horse’s nose. He, smooth, agile, muscular climbing a palm. These globes just above me hanging from this tree God has forbidden their glossy roundness… Continue reading SJT – Doubt (Captivated)
Annie Vallotton “I drew some of the drawings eighty to ninety times before I achieved the one I wanted. I wanted to get to the truth, which is the most important thing.” Annie Vallotton ( from an interview on the Bible Illustration Blog) Pharisee stands tall hands clasped over robed paunch beatific smile on heaven-raised… Continue reading Annie Vallotton
I've been part of a local poetry group for about ten years! My involvement started out when the MSA Poets Potpourri Society invited me to be a guest reader at one of their poetry nights. I think it was in 2005. After a few years of attending off-and-on, I became a paid member. In 2010… Continue reading This is the house that Donna built
This is the season of runs and marathons. It seems like every week there's another one happening around here. I believe this weekend several of my family will be running in the Annual Saskatchewan Marathon (a Boston Marathon Qualifier race—not that they have designs on that). Then on August 22nd, my sister is running in… Continue reading To runners true
Body Weather Plugged-up nose predicts a cold front scratchy throat a storm warning. Gusts of sneezes are soon a blizzard of blowing spray 100% possibility of precipitation. Tissues accumulate in drifts, filling trashcans calm eye of the story followed by a rough trough of sneezes and coughs. My nose is a windsock head locked in… Continue reading Body weather
Ant “…the ants switched tasks. They switched in some directions but not in others. The general pattern is a flow of workers into foraging from all other tasks. The flow seems to originate with the nest maintenance workers, and once an ant leaves nest maintenance work, it will not go back.” – Deborah Gordon, Ants… Continue reading Ant
Happy National Poetry Month. It's been over a month since I've posted here. My time away has had its events. Mid-February I went to northern B.C. to be with my daughter and help with the grandkids around the birth of her baby. Their lovely baby girl arrived on February 24th. Then on March 2nd (still… Continue reading Talking with a stranger
Has poetry brought lovely, interesting, gifted people into your life? It has certainly done that for me. My poet friend and memoirist Tracy Lee Karner (whom I've never met in person) posts a back-and-forth chat we had about poetry and our long-term friendship on her blog today. In it she interviews me and then answers… Continue reading Poetry and long-term friendship
Mother Bear I am the one who puts oatmeal on the list so that we will not have a morning without porridge. I am the one who cooks it stirring its volcano bubbles from gruel to a thick predictable pudding. I am the one who dishes it into bowls -- large, medium, small then calls… Continue reading Mother Bear
Violet Nesdoly 