Irish nightwith a few black beers for luckstood elbow to elbow in the midst of strange drunkardsthree sheets to the windplacing little wagers before the clock struckand the tender turns us awaylike the last three nights we’ve been
I dream some daysof getting lost in the pathalong the quiet way homeway past the halfway evergreenunder those forest peekaboosjust to listen to the river as it runs
A cold beer ran down my lips, to my chinin a moment I knew would last a lifetimethere was a pool table…balls rackedready for a breaksome girl singing on the radiowe both sang a few of the wordsthose… Read More
Take me to a Springwhere every day was as young as Iand the sun would come winking through the curtains
Hey Everyone, It’s National Indigenous Peoples Day here in Canada, and given that I’m 3rd generation myself, I am dedicating today’s entry to my grandmother. She was Mi’kmaw, and a member of the Miawpukek First Nation. I’m currently… Read More
A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots. – Marcus Garvey
Eight tracks and underage, hard rock for the teenage, one summer eve, surrounded by kings. They rolled their tokes, shared loose smokes, and bragged, of sweetheart flings. I watched all night, as they pal and fight. Curse, and… Read More
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time. Not to change it, but to feel a couple of things twice.
