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Tuesday, April 21, 2026

At My Front Door


There is always a story

in every day 

routine and nondescript. 


Like the fellow 

who delivers my groceries ~

always a big smile, 

   a happy voice and

     a cheerful aura. 


Black hair wild and wiry.

His bulk carries my groceries

and his cheerfulness easily

~ this is a story at my door.




“We’re all stories, in the end.”

~ Steven Moffatt, 

Scottish TV writer and producer

Monday, April 20, 2026

Our Only Task

Drawing a blank on a screen 

with no texture, 

only the tactile nature 

of the keys feeding 

the black letters,

square and rigid,

on a screen with no texture.


But these black letters, 

square and rigid, 

write enchanting stories of 

prairies, mountains, lakes 

and oceans; trees and grasses,

peoples, animals, fish and fowl

asking us to imagine colour and texture.


“Books may well be the only true magic.”

~ Alice Hoffman,  Magic Lessons

Sunday, April 19, 2026

Where Did it Go?


Where is the bright spot? 

Did it pass by too quickly ~ 

snagged on 

the back of my mind. 

A snap of the fingers. 

The flick of a light switch.

Quick as a hummingbird. 

The smile of a passerby. 

All things that 

lighten my step and 

ease my load.



“When every day seems the same, it is because we have stopped 

noticing the good things that appear in our lives.”

~ Paul Coehlo, poet