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Wednesday, October 16, 2024

See Through





Political rhetoric aside, all I see 

through dangling words is a board 

fence, paint chipped and in need 

of a touch up. Possibly much more 

than a touch up. Real foundational 

repair, not just propping up, but I 

suppose because it’s not my fence, 

I don’t need to worry about it? …….






“Rhetoric is the art of ruling the minds of men.”

~ Plato


Author's note: just listened to the Saskatchewan Provincial Debate.

Tuesday, October 15, 2024

Prairie Florals

Just a walk down any street 

and I want a paint brush to dip 


in all the colours of autumn to 

bring them home with me. It 


seems indelicate to make an 

image that can be so easily 


deleted. When the crumpled 

tissue paper flowers have been 


put to bed, summer colours have become tidy mounds of black; 


replaced by fluttering reds and 

golds, prairie florals in bloom.


“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”

~ Albert Camus

Monday, October 14, 2024

Monday Thanks

It’s more than just Monday. 

It’s an everyday thing. 

Like the trees and the seasons. 

Trees that stand guard and 

seasons that change.


When I got in my little blue car 

to drive away in 1988 I couldn’t 

know that I would grow up for 

32 years. I couldn’t know of all 

the seasons that would pass, that I

would return to new growth and 

growing in my family; carrying 

all the ancestral bits of DNA of 

an ever spreading family. Branches of an original tree. But for now, I hear the rustle of golden leaves, 

stirred by the wind of a changing 

season and know that I am home.


It’s more than just Monday. 

It’s an everyday thing. 

Like the trees and the seasons. 

Trees that stand guard and 

seasons that change.


“We can only be said to be alive in those moments 

when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”

~ Thornton Wilder