Thought Salad

Tag: prose

  • Flip side

    Flip side

    Today was an exercise in extremes. I spent the morning solitary, Writing to my hearts content. In my head, on my own, the freedom of my thoughts Uninterrupted Then noon struck, And Cinderella returned from the ball In order to deplete the wild energy of my young, I ran them hard at the Telus spark…

  • Cabin fever, April 12th

    Cabin fever, April 12th

    So, it snowed again. The level of dispair at work was palpable as people walked in, sad faces shining with flecks of snow, coats soaked with the bitterness of winter, as it hangs on longer than expected or desired. But at home, The situation is dire. Cabin fever runs wild with the animals, er, children…

  • The last day

    The last day

    I watched that day as her skin glowed, luminescent in the daylight as she rested in bed. Her energy long since depleted, she now spent most of her time lying there, surrounded by soft and colourful blankets and the summer sunshine. Although her face was thin, her smile could still spread wide across it, causing…

  • The tantrum

    The tantrum

    Another family day, but this one was slightly derailed by a cold. Once again, the little man was up from about 2 am onwards with that horrible itchy cough that always portends a wonderful day ahead. We got up for the day by 430, as sleeping through his coughing is hard for me, and impossible…

  • Living the dream

    Living the dream

    I’m right in the inchoate stage of a novel at the moment. It’s occupying my every thought while I’m driving, or watching tv. It occupies every second when I’m not actively thinking or doing something else. I wish I had more time that I could devote to getting my words on paper. That I could…

  • Homecoming

    Homecoming

    It’s amazing how different Friday’s are as an adult. I remember when I lived at home still, looking forward to the weekends so I could watch movies and read books. Then when I was in university, Friday was a night to go out with friends, hit up a bar or a house party, or in…

  • Long dark night

    Long dark night

    Still water churns The ice cold Of a broken Heart burns Love has gone aside Due to the death of righteous pride One last gasp The inhale a painful, Barbwire rasp A new day is breaking While in the night, The soul’s leave is taking Alone at last Bitterness gone, A life’s work, die cast

  • Easter fools day

    Easter fools day

    Happy Easter Fools day! Such a confusing holiday this year, for adults and parents and children alike. So many jokes as always. It took me back to my childhood. I remember an Easter that fell before April fools day another year, many years ago. I remember painstakingly eating all of my foil eggs and rewrapping…

  • March 31st

    March 31st

    The last day of March is officially over, and the night is falling as I watch tv with my little one. We’re sharing a chocolate bar as I wait for the birthday boy to return from the nightly doggie duties, and I look back over another one of his birthdays. Little did I realize the…

  • On the eve of a long weekend

    On the eve of a long weekend

    The day before a long weekend always is a busy one. Everyone rushing, frantic to get in to see me before I’m gone, as though it was a month instead of an extra day away. I’ve never understood this desperation, probably because I’m awful at even making appointments for a haircut, but I anticipated it.…