First the May recap 🙂 My fan base continues expanded slowly but surely. WordPress is up to 320, Twitter dropped to 214, & Tumblr is at 226. Coal Dusters continues to grow as I get nearer the end with 106,500 words posted so far, about 30,000 words to go. Finally got to the mine cave-in. Exciting finish to that will play out in June.
Entertainment highlight was the start of our Stratford season. The costume warehouse tour was amazing & playing dress up was a treat. Henry VIII was a good solid production. The weather for the day was good though we did drive though a thunderstorm on the way home.
I read an amazing book Roadside Picnic by brothers Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. The book inspired Andrei Tarkovsky’s film Stalker. The book is as amazing as the premise: aliens visit Earth, refuse all attempt to communicate for years, then depart. They leave behind garbage which contains technology which humans don’t know how to use but try to adapt. Add a layer of Russian philosophic angst & you have success. See the movie, read the book.
I spent a several morning working on my long neglected garden, raking, weeding, seeding & cutting back, Once that was done fresh annuals & herbs planted amongst the perennials: alyssum (wonderland white, wonderland deep purple), basil, begonia (bada boom bronze leaf white, cosmos (sontata mix), coriander, dianthus (ideal select mix) impatiens (dazzler merlot, dazzler white), lavender, lobelia, marigolds (bonanza yellow, bonanza gold, super hero harmony), parsley, petunias (dreams red picotee, pretty grand white, yellow madness, pretty grand rose), rosemary, sage, snap dragons (snaptini mix), sweet peas, tarragon, thyme. Green, colourful & edible.
Other than tending the garden June brings – nothing 🙂 No spoken word things scheduled, no plays booked to see. Plugging away at Coal Dusters edits & I hope to have the final chapters published by the end on July. 
Desire
once upon a teenage time
I wanted someone like an ocean
to sweep me off my feet
I wanted to be a tidal wave
that would find the right someone
to cover with the wet wildness of my desires
looking back at those surface struggles
that sought some physical release
for a spiritual urge
it was no wonder
I became frustrated and disappointed
each time I thought passion
was the point of love
frustrated and disappointed
when at each attempt
to smother love into my life it escaped
seeped out of the edges
that sweet emotional context
that didn’t fulfill enough
had to be my fault your fault
I suppose in a way it was my fault
for wanting that physical solution
where only the perfect kiss
from an adoring lover
could take this lonely pain from me
I didn’t realize
it would take more than one kiss
more than one adoring lover
in fact there weren’t enough kisses lovers
money music sunshine rainbows
to take this separateness from me
those were ideals
designed to be enjoyed
not as a cure for anything
adding the weight of expectations
always left me frustrated and disappointed
when I expected a physical rescue
from a spiritual ocean
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