Category: My Prose
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License Registration Insurance
License Registration Insurance Three words to indicate that, if you’re not in trouble right now, you soon will be. They set the tone for what follows and are designed to send a chill down your spine and, however mild that frisson may be, your eyes will give you away. Law enforcement knows what to look…
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Reap What You Sow
Reap What You Sow (maybe) As You Sow, So Shall You Reap (maybe) Maybe. But it’s that little qualifier hanging off the end that distinguishes “The Golden Rule (you know, that “do unto others”, etc. stuff) from a self-serving trade-off where one prays like a Pharisee at the Temple in the mistaken certainty of winning…
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Reap What You Sow *
Reap What You Sow (maybe) But it’s that little qualifier hanging off the end that distinguishes “The Golden Rule (you know, that “do unto others”, etc. stuff) from a self-serving trade-off where one prays like a Pharisee at the Temple in the mistaken certainty of winning a seat in heaven. Even the Golden Rule should…
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An Atheist’s Psalter
An Atheist’s Psalter Here I go again, trying to explain what I do and justify the extraordinary amount of time I spend on it to my family. Palimpsest is an atheist’s Psalter, a loosely organized and moderated collection (some old and dusty) of articles, poetry, and prose centred around my own personal belief system. It…
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An Atheist’s Psalter *
An Atheist’s Psalter Here I go again, trying to explain what I do and justify the extraordinary amount of time I spend on it to my family. Palimpsest is an atheist’s Psalter, a loosely organized and moderated collection (some old and dusty) of articles, poetry, and prose centred around my own personal belief system. It…
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Dignity
Dignity I was 10 (-ish). I was walking with my father, tracing the banks of the Humber River in mid-summer. It was hot and we had been at the chore for a while. We were well south of the Dundas Bridge on the east shore of the river. We had made our way through Lambton…
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Dignity *
Dignity I was 10 (-ish). I was walking with my father, tracing the banks of the Humber River in mid-summer. It was hot and we had been at the chore for a while. We were well south of the Dundas Bridge on the east shore of the river. We had made our way through Lambton…
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On A Serious Note
On A Serious Note My spouse came to me the other day with a serious look on her face and announced “We need to talk”. I mentally braced myself and looked up inquiringly. “We need to talk about our wills”. Okay. Not as bad as I thought. I can handle this without resorting to anything…
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On A Serious Note
On A Serious Note My spouse came to me the other day with a serious look on her face and announced “We need to talk”. I mentally braced myself and looked up inquiringly. “We need to talk about our wills”. Okay. Not as bad as I thought. I can handle this without resorting to anything…
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Heritage
Heritage – Our Story Never far from sundering sea Gull’s and gannets make strident calls The taste of salt is on the air And fishes drying on the racks Ragged nets spread calling to be mended And rigging slapping on the mast While mooring ropes groan with every swell Spray and foam cast up on…
Palimpsest 