Image: Greenspace #7

July 31, 2018

Dinner Tonight #47

July 30, 2018


Tonight I made spicy beef spring rolls, baked not deep-fried. Wonderful taste, and crispy!

Night Music: I Wanna Love Him So Bad

July 30, 2018

Requiem For A Tree

July 30, 2018

My personal favourite tree in the entire neighbourhood has been cut down.

This magnificent tree stood at the south east corner of Commercial & Adanac.  Its majestic dome of a canopy was a wonder to behold.  I used to see it just about every day as I waited for the #20 going south, and I would day dream about the photographs I could take of shapes and patterns.

But no more.  That wonderful tree is now a pile of lumber surrounding a stump.

I guess the tree was on city land. I wonder if they have to go through the same rigorous processes that they quite rightly enforce on property owners seeking to remove a tree.  Somehow I doubt it.

Poetry: Salamander

July 30, 2018


A bright orange salamander silently slithers

the length of the soft-pink stone-chip wall,

making faster speed than I could in this heat.


I sit, staring, mesmerized by this costumed athlete,

this splendid natural explosion of colour,

this distraction from the dull monochrome of my life.


With a desperate reluctance, I crack open the velcro

ties that bind me to the lizard, drawing back my focus

to include my companion and the unfinished wine.


“Let’s review where we are,” she says. “Yes,

let’s do that,” I reply from a distance, forgetting

where we’ve been in this conversation and why.


She clears her throat and continues:  “You and I

seem to be headed nowhere, neh?”    She pauses,

examining me for confirmation.  Perhaps I nod.


“As a couple, I mean.  We have to come to terms

with that.  We have to face the true nature of our failure

you and I.  We are not meant to be, that’s the point.”


I say: “I see.”   I feel her eyes burning me, expecting more.

Across the street, the afternoon shoppers flow in and out

of department stores and groceries and fish merchants.


“Well?” she presses.  “Am I right?  What do you think?”

I sip the wine, close both my eyes, and imagine

the cool cave where the salamander rests.


Image: Fort Langley Windows

July 29, 2018

If Paradise Is Half As Nice

July 28, 2018