Chapter Two

A week later and the media was in a frenzy.

Speculation ranged from the likelihood that the culprit was a large cat that had escaped from a traveling circus in the summer and was still on the loose, to that the urban myth about a cult of cannibals living in the mountains was true, and they had finally grown tired of hikers.

Chapter One

This was the third time they’d had this conversation, the first one being only 8 weeks after an anonymous tip had led to the discovery of a hand buried in a pile of snow behind a dumpster downtown.

My stuff is on TV!

According to Art Departmental set decorators “carefully decipher the psychology and tastes of the characters” when choosing items that will work for the plot and character. Does that mean I have the same character traits and psychological makeup of Andy from Man with a Plan?

Fall Slowly

Today I felt myself fall, slowly into the beauty of winter.

Inadvertently Waiting

A friend asked me this morning, “what are you looking for this year?” and I couldn’t answer.

Idle Hands

I lie on the bed, my eyes closed against the glare of the sun streaming through the windows. It’s pretty out there, sparkling snow, blue skies, light and shadows, I don’t care. Turning my back to the dancing healing rays of the sun I stay inside myself, in the dark, my mood is black, murky, […]

Cornucopia of Joy

mountains topped with snow
against big blue skies,
fabulous!

Icy Choices

Minus 24 with a windchill of minus 31 and as a responsible dog parents we bundled up to go for a walk. Just a short one, the bundling took almost as long…. At a fast pace set by the pup we navigated the slippery sidewalk, pulled our hoods up over our hats to block the […]

the time of greatest quiet

It’s peaceful, this place I’m in, quiet, no hint of sound, still. I’m motionless, weightless, colourless, there is no warmth, no chill. I have no fear, nor sadness or joy, safe in my box of wood, released of my will.

Corners

I’ve never know how to hold you properly fold you, in my arms. You are so much bigger than me with such strength, and yet easily twisted and bent. I struggle and start again, and then again but get nowhere. I can see where you naturally flow but try as I might you slip […]