“Ask me if I am a tree…” in my teen years this was my best friend’s favourite riddle. The answer is: “no.” Yeah… I still don’t get it either; but when you’re hopped up on slurpies and skittles things are funny even if you don’t know why. Questionable humour aside, this may be my new … More Ask Me if I am a Tree
There were a pair of spruce trees in my neigbourhood, grew up side by side, entwined. The wind storm last fall took one down, and the remaining one, having spent decades growing in a shared space, stands now with an implied emptiness of the tree fallen. A space made up of places where branches used … More Standing Strong
rough day just wanted to sit outside drinking coffee and blinking slowly outside, two separate parties within 50 meters of my back door loud, boisterous you’d think the collective unconscious of all the hangovers in this ‘hood would somehow have the power to ward off such noise on a Sunday afternoon alas, not so I … More Day 92 – Sunday afternoon
Another installment of fiction on demand, this time with lines tweeted from Shawn and Jenna. * * * What the fuck did I get myself into? It all started when it started to pour, a summer stroll turned into a summer sprint. Heading for the trees, ducking under the broad sweep of a spruce tree, … More Day 67 – Summer Storm
Valerie Roney 