Monthly Archives: November 2014

A Book

Sometimes a book can tell you how to live
How to paint your house
And wear your hair
How to keep a man and bed him best
And provoke a religion inside
Your watery edges
A book can be a powerful thing
A bomb of phrases and slithery truths
A sleuth
A saviour with silky pages
The closest you’ll ever get to Athens
The farthest you’ll go from home
Sometimes a book can tell you how to live
or just tell you that you

are not.

M.

Grace

Every night I go to bed and read
And she is there, seemingly uncomfortable but dreaming and breathing
Waiting for me to make a move or sound
Hanging on the words “Grace”
“Hungry?”
“Outside!”
Every night when I sit and read
She’s there, warming my feet with the heat of her bones
A mixed bag potion of love
Concealed inside the yellow fur of a Labrador dog
More human than human
“Sit.”
“Stay.”
“Good girl!”

M.

Bring it on down

Soundtrack: 90-Mile Water Wall – The National

Wow, I am actually ashamed that it has taken me so long to write a blog post; sorry!

It’s a massive snow day in Goose Bay, it’s nearly 1pm and my road isn’t cleared yet so it looks like I’m snow bound. Here’s a few shots from the last little while.

Pssst…

Missed you.

M.