Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Chickadees in the Park

Full of rage, she goes to the park to walk it off and formulate her rebuttal, but writes this instead:

Buzz of beating wings,
chitter, chatter, chick-a-dee-dee-dee
Nattering neighbours gossip on wooden porches
calling across the upper storeys of the trees

Past the leafy blinds,
here a flap; there a flutter — all in a flurry
black-kerchiefed matrons bob and weave.
Pump bodies under feathered aprons scurry.

Anticipation and outstretched arms —
Do not move. Do not breathe. Be calm, be calm.
Imprint of the dancer's quick steps, her ballerina breaths,
prick of her beak as she picks seed from your palm.


Inspired by 6 AM. Photo by Jaclyn Vernace.

Thursday, March 20, 2025

6 AM

Happy is the serenity of the early morning walk in the park
Still dark
The quiet lays over life like a weighted blanket
The people speak softly
The dogs prance lightly 
The robins commence their rehearse for the dawn concerto 

The low lying paths
Damp and foggy
Feel intriguing and mysterious 
And get the heart beating

The top of the trail then unveils the breaking sky
Pink and gold
Streaking through the gray clouds 
The dead brown brush begins to shimmer in it’s light 

Truly, it is a spectacular place 
A new beholding every day
There to experience 

I am grateful 


Inspired by The Après Life. Image by Nathanael Kiefer.

Sunday, March 16, 2025

Quarter-Pound Foolish

The subway home from high school would drop me off on the southside of Bloor, out the rear entrance, and across the parking lot to the Uptown Nut House, which although it was much better known for its fresh-roasted cashews, was my go-to for loose candy.
Thirty-five cents for a quarter pound of jubes, forty-five for the licorice babies, or—if I was feeling particularly fancy—a whole dollar’s worth of their wine gums. Sure, it was bad for me, but what did I care? I certainly needed the calories, and my teeth were still on my mother’s dental plan.

Inspired by Blue Hawaii. Photo by the Great Lakes Refill Co.

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

Blue Hawaii, crayon on paper towel, by Laurie Anne (1967)

I was five and Jonesing for candy. Only Drouillard Road and childhood penury stood between me and Sweet Tarts. I had to sell my art. Still comfortably in my Desert Island phase, I put crayon to paper towel and let the Muse overtake. Hula Girl, Sun, Palm Tree. I schlepped door-to-door, but such was neighbourhood apathy for design that I soon worried if I’d ever make it to Charron’s. Finally, Mrs. Drazic let me in and listened to my creative vision. Unmoved by Klee-like innocence and economy of line, she gave me a glass of milk and sent me packing. Inspired by The Happy Place. Photo of Charron’s grocery store—the Holy Grail of penny candies—posted by Diane Vella.

Friday, March 7, 2025

The Happy Place


I’m not sure why, because it wasn’t part of my upbringing, but art makes me happy. It doesn’t happen at first sight. For my first half hour inside a gallery, I’m restless, my thoughts frenetic like the street outside. Slowly though, the atmosphere tranquilizes me to worldly distractions: yes, it soothes my savage breast. Suddenly I see on the wall before me what my impatience missed, a creation that teases and winks; challenges or defies norms; or simply pleases. Mountains, forests, coasts, they work for me too, but a gallery prods me to wonder about human potential; and to hope.

Inspired by The Après Life. Image by Annie Fairfax.

Monday, March 3, 2025

The Après Life

March reminds me of spring skiing—though I could skip the slopes altogether. I’ve never graduated from the bunny runs and usually spend the whole time worrying about how to exit the chair lift without falling. So maybe it’s spring snowshoeing.
Anyway, what’s important is the “après” part. Imagine: skis or snowshoes off, sighing into a Muskoka chair. On its wide arm rest, a hot toddy. Unbuttoned parka. Tuque off. Fingers running through sweaty hair. Body content after a day spent outdoors. Limbs pleasantly tired. Now close your eyes, lift your face to the sun and disappear into the moment.

Inspired by the arrival of March. Image by Dinga.

Thursday, February 27, 2025

Disengagement

I’ve always been ambivalent about social media and these days that ambivalence is tending towards the negative so I’m going to disengage for a while. Creating free content for Meta while Zuck and his oligarch bro squad are competing to become the first trillionaire at the cost of community and global disintegration is becoming onerous. Sure, social media can result in good stuff getting done as well but for me, for now, it feels like it’s tipping in the wrong direction so I’m stepping back from it.

“For the master’s tool will never dismantle the master’s house.”
—Audrey Lorde

Inspired by A Pleasant Pause. Illustration by the TV Sign-off Test Pattern.

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