Monthly Archives: May 2015

Princess Taking Flight – A Poem

She sat down beside me, her purse hitting my knee. She glanced over at me and smiled brightly. “Oh, I am sorry. You know women and their purses.” I was uplifted looking at her smile. I pointed to her purse. … Continue reading

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A Forever Home – A Poem

We were nearing the end of the Forever Forest. Sunlight was starting to pour through the tree tops and it left diamond shaped shadows on the ground all around us. My hand was still clasped firmly in yours, it’s warmth … Continue reading

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The Scent of Ink – A Poem

I walk inside myself until I reach its resting place. It looks as it always has, timeless but aged nonetheless. I run my hand along its stone rim, feeling its warmth. I hear the voices whispering. I look down into … Continue reading

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A Letter to OC Transpo

I don’t normally post about this kind of stuff on here, but as it’s something I wrote and my blog will reach the highest number of people possible, I hope you’ll forgive the intrusion. To Whom It May Concern, I … Continue reading

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Who I Had Become – A Poem

I hadn’t been through the suitcase for some time. It had sat forgotten in my storage locker. I unzipped it and found many forgotten items. Among them was an engagement ring that a man from my past had given Its … Continue reading

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Bus Guru – A Poem

He sat on bus in the front seats. He had his legs crossed, and thus he had three seats to himself. He had long, shaggy black hair and he wore sandals on his feet that were falling apart. Even from … Continue reading

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A Joy All Her Own – A Poem

They greeted each other like old friends. They sat in the front of the bus and I was only a seat away from them. The woman spoke first, the smile on her face giving joy to her voice. She motioned … Continue reading

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