Coming late to the party indeed...this poet aspirant is right now touring the eastern seaboard and trying to have meet ups (some of them Mod-Povian) as I go. This is my third term as an enrollee, first time as a CTA. My educational and employment background(s) are equally complicated and checkered and I have been known to say that I'm a recently retired mental health consumer but the longer I manage to stay out of the bin, the less recent it becomes (and that's a really good thing, trust me).
I'm a Canadian originally from Scarborough, Ontario (lived a block from the famous Scarborough Bluffs) but lived in various parts of Canada before at last settling in Edmonton - Canada's most northern provincial capital - at 53 degrees latitude, Albertans like to joke that we live on the lip of the Arctic Circle (at least this one does).
Married to the love of my life for almost half a century - we love to spend our time traveling now as much as possible - and he indulges my passion for writing and this trip we're on now is all about that ... I know how lucky I am.
I am really happy to be part of ModPo in general, and the CTA community in particular, and will try to be more of a presence as time goes on. Traveling and commenting has turned out to be a bit more difficult than I thought it would be. Thanks for your interest Sean (your shirts are wonderful btw).
Saturday, 26 September 2015
Sunday, 20 September 2015
Sunday, 6 September 2015
FIRING THE SIGNALS
She fell into the day, a pond filled with yesterday's
friends and loose teeth
Struggled to her feet stamping through old money
and a ripped skirt that didn't fit ever
Shrugged on her jeans wondering about her DNA
and her other genes and that bridge
And if the signals in that part of her brain's tower were
firing on all circuits or if that poor organ
Had gone on strike for good and all, or if she was
thinking of some other cells.
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