Corporate Cuts Five years ago the cut was surgical. Just minutes with the boss and it was done a severance of sinew, muscle, bone shock was the anesthetic, then slow heal. This time they used an endless tourniquet new paradigms, objectives, letters, dates twisting his job description with new weights revealing their design by slow… Continue reading Corporate Cuts
Where I'm From I am from chickens and Massey tractors from Sugar Pops, Velveeta cheese and Welch’s grape juice with pop. I am from an oasis – a cream house, red barn, silver quonset surrounded by caragana hedges and two pines – on the Saskatchewan prairie. I’m from the sandbox-and-slide the railway track the… Continue reading Where I’m From
To my comment box (and the people who use it) Your presence rains on my isolation. Your encouragement stimulates growth. Your dissent rakes through hard-baked thinking. Your creativity fertilizes understanding. Your logic stakes rambling intuition. Your new paradigm hybrids my viewpoint. Though I must fence you against the weeds of spam and prune vulgarity, meanness… Continue reading To my comment box (and the people who use it)
She took me away with her After Norah Jones’ 2002 album “Come Away With Me” Norah Jones sultry on the boombox of my daughter’s Kamloops apartment that hot weekend in 2003 says “Come away with me…” takes me back to a 70s Vancouver basement suite Lazy, laid back, take-a-break-from-life music sweet as first dates “you’ll… Continue reading She took me away with her
Baba and Gido (a Shadorma) Baba, Gid' and thermostat wars he too hot she too cold each June uncorked again this rancid argument Baba gone Gid' in nursing home he don't know hot or cold only knows she's not there for any argument. © 2011 by Violet Nesdoly **************** Baba and Gido are Ukrainian diminutives… Continue reading Baba & Gido (a Shadorma)
Changing of the Wardrobe Goodbye my sturdy jeans that cling like sweat in summer heat. Auf Wiedersehen my turtlenecks snow drifts of fuzzy sweaters So long my wooly winding scarves uniform of leather gloves and fleece-lined walking boots Farewell my pantyhose I’m leaving for a tan Au revoir you lush buffet of purple velour and… Continue reading Changing of the wardrobe
Key Not off-key, answer key or low key I’m talking about your common house key, car key file cabinet, mailbox or luggage key the flat metal kind with intelligent ridges ground into its blade The kind of key you keep with others on the little flashlight key-ring next to the fob that makes your car… Continue reading Key
Pin money If it's 1849 your name's Walter Hunt and you owe fifteen bucks to the draughtsman, twisting a piece of wire for three hours one afternoon should be about enough time to make the first safety pin — complete with coil spring and hidden point. After you've sold the rights and paid off your… Continue reading Pin money
Master Gardener's Touch You blossom a rose of dark beauty and haunting fragrance. I was the anxious gardener fretting when life's squalls toil, loneliness, misunderstandings buffeted you. Too protective I neglected to prune suckers of self-indulgence pinch off messiness, self-pity redirect a tendency to sulk. The Master Gardener must have taken His secateurs to you… Continue reading Master Gardener’s Touch
Permission When Mom was in the middle of planning her next cross-stitch crafting table centers for the Christmas banquet or piecing a quilt her workspace was chaos but her excitement, the sparkle in her told me dreaming, planning, designing, creating energizes. Maybe she is why I don’t feel guilty sitting here right now at my… Continue reading Permission
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