A souvenir of the writers’ workshop/retreat at Loyalist College in Belleville. There was also a painters workshop at the same time. One morning we visited the painter, saw their work, then read some our aloud to them. I swapped one of my Renaissance anthologies for this painting. Int he area many houses have a large bed of orange flowers – at one time to signify it was the home of Orangemen. Yes gardens were once tools of political & religious importance.
One of my role models 🙂 Tweety could get away with tormenting Sylvester with the dog ready to rescue him. The brass cymbals were a gift many years ago. I ring them on the full moon. In the window you might notice a stained glass Cape Breton Island sun catcher.
The patron saint of writers – St Michael – the only saint with a sword. I bought this Broughton’s – a religious items store not he Danforth, just east of Woodbine. They have since gone out of business. I bout this ceramic figurine at their going out of business sale. It hovers on the plate rail over me by the computer. The bearded guy under his foot is part sea serpent. The Welsh plate beside it is a nod to my Celtic roots. It might have been gift or I may have found it at a 2nd hand store.
Photos of photos 🙂 The first by my niece before she she became branded as Betty Rocksteady. I love the triple exposure effect & its surreal Man Ray vibe. Check her out on Amazon.
The other is by my friend Kyle Andrews – driftwood in sunset on the coast of Nova Scotia around Canso Causeway.
My lunchbox collection. These are from various years of FanExpo & were included as part of the deluxe package. Supposedly limited editions – but what does that mean? Were unsold ones destroyed? repurposed? repainted as Terminator XIX lunch boxes? The photo, one of my favourites, is of no one I know. I found it on one of my walks, leaning on a garbage bin. I couldn’t resist it.
Photosynthesis
something happens when
my skin
is in the same room
as yours
I don’t have to know you are there
I can feel something
though my clothes
through every layer
coat sweater jeans undies
a emanation comes from you
your eyes your smile
that changes my chemical structure
it grows glows down to my toes
in fact
you don’t even have to be there
someone can mention your name
& I feel like a leaf turning
to your sun
your picture
your voice on the telephone
my hypersensitive flesh reacts
the closer you are
the less subtle the reaction
the more alone we are together
the less subtle the manifestation
radians through the air around us
as we snuggle to watch TV
step into a shower
approach the bed
emanation that knit
pull us closer closer
enmeshed in each other
breathe the same air
walk in the same sunshine
wash with the same soap
complete without each other
yet always eager for the knit
creating opportunities
to mention the name
laugh about something or the other
we could have done
caught up in the shower
lost between the bed and the TV
there are times
when opportunity
allows awareness of another
I feel it first in my skin
I look around the room the street
to see where its coming from
can it be returned
eyes become heat seeking sensors
I’m a turning leaf
looking for some sun
more light
more opportunity to share that flow
with someone else
even if it is merely to acknowledge
not act
don’t have to act every time
anytime
the grace of light fills us
each to overflowing
no need to fear
there won’t be enough
all I have to do is breathe deep
open myself to the gift
of your sun
June
(canceled by covid19 😦 )June 25-26-27 – Capturing Fire 2020 – Wooly Mammoth Theatre -Washington D.C. 
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July
(Maybe) All’s Well That Ends Well – Stratford Festival
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