Category: My Work
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Then & Now
Then & Now When I think about what was and what might have been, I am sad. When I think about what is and think about what will be, I am depressed. And so I dwell in the past More so than in the future. It’s just easier that way. Better to be sad than…
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Stories
Stories We are all storey tellers. Sharing stories, telling tales, spinning yarns. It’s an art, a gift we all share where we indulge Some primal urge to sit around a fire And recount the past and speculate on the future. Be it campfire, the old parlour victrola Or an I-Max screen with Dolby sound We…
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Wendigo
The wendigo is a creature or spirit native to the northern forests of Nova Scotia the Atlantic Coast and Great Lakes Region of Canada. The wendigo may appear as a monster with some characteristics of a human or as a spirit who has possessed a human being. They are powerful magic. Strange things can happen…
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Random Photos From Henry’s Album
Wherever a photo is identified, that inscription precedes the picture. Also included are photos of Jan & Cliff’s wedding on March 12, 1966.
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Dancing On The Wire
Dancing On The Wire Off down the hometown street to martial music Beating drums and patriotic songs echoing from the walls That hearten quaking spirits and steels the trembling heart. Past Murdock’s Mercantile and Billing’s Bank All strung with bunting, flags and ribbons. And on the right, there’s Maggie’s Millenary The latest Paris bonnets decked…
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Sleep
Sleep I like to sleep, but only in the morning, or maybe until noon. You wouldn’t know it from the routines I keep. I shall explain. My most productive hours are those between roughly 10 pm and 3 am. Others are generally sleeping between those hours and (justifiably in their minds) think that I should…
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Lost
Round, round, turn round again Looking for horizons on the edge of the world And finding none. Just this vast mirror-flat sea of nothing, An arching vault above casting back the same. Disquiet, unease, rising uncertainty and confusion Each feeding upon the other leading up the path To bleak despair. Lost. I am lost, deprived…
Palimpsest 