Murder mysteries are on the weekends. This is the time I watch tv. I don’t like to watch tv but I like a good murder mystery. Must have gotten that from my mother. She was a perfect sleuth. (more…)

i hate to complain

but things are the same everything

only slightly different each morning

when i wake i can hardly open my eyes (more…)

On the Salish Sea, today, something is coming undone. Something that came in as a wave but stayed, for a while. The people on this stretch of sea tried to push it back, like a beached whale, but not the natural kind; overstaying its welcome, it was. (more…)

I lay on my yoga map, following meditation. I feel grounded in my body. Here, is not where I want to be. Elevated, is the state I seek to rest within. (more…)

‘Hello?’

‘Peter?!’

‘Hi, Dad.’

‘Peter! Aunty Eileen died!’ (more…)