“I want to be an artist,” the excited voice chirps. I look down at the earnest face smeared with splotched colour: yellow, blue, and red. “These are primary colour,” the voice tells me and I am not sure whether he is indicating the paper or his face. “I want to be an artist,” he reminds… Continue reading Eager Artist
Today’s post is written by a friend that I first met in grade 6 many moons ago, Tabitha Avery. Tabitha was my go to when I needed an essay or other paper edited in high school Raising Boys: The Penis Chronicles presents, “Unchartered Territory – No Girls for Me!” I always knew I wanted children… Continue reading Unchartered Territory – No Girls for Me! (Guest Post)
Several days before my younger son told his own dragon story, which he told as mostly description, I had told the boys a story about a pink dragon: Dragon Yawn. I know he enjoyed Dragon Yawn because his good morning story was about a dragon. He climbed onto my side of the bed and wiggled… Continue reading Um, Pardon?
Sniff Sniff I can almost smell that rich pumpkin scent mixed with cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger. It is just slowly starting to sift into the air to travel playfully on the gusts of fall wind. If I close my eyes I can imagine those scents rising up from the coffee mug in my hand. However,… Continue reading Coffee at Summer’s End
The following post, “Outward Manifestations” is written in response to Carrot Ranch Literary Community’s prompt: “… a story that includes magic.” * * * Earth, air, fire and water. There is no wand required, no mystical word reciting, no naked dancing under a full moon and no sacrificial ritual. Focus and open the mind to… Continue reading Outward Manifestations
The Penis Chronicles presents, “Slow Motion Terror.“ A bike out of control. The training wheels inhibit the fall over maneuver. Instead he careens toward the steep drop. The rider is frantic. Fear is in the air. Closer, closer: no stopping. I’m too far back to have a successful reaction. It’s happening to fast; I’m seeing… Continue reading Slow Motion Terror
Recently during a trip to the Yukon I visited a dredge. Previous to this I had no idea what a dredge even was. This was a fascinating tour that was full of history. So for anybody like me who might be wondering what a dredge is it is a machine that scoops objects out of… Continue reading Dredge #4