Tagged With: solitude
open windows
Solitude is my natural state as writer and artist; I’m in this 3-year residency to do my work, so I’ve had plenty of it. Monday’s call from Trudeau made complete sense to me: Stay home. We can do this together by staying apart. Let’s help one another with the practicalities of our self isolation, and […]
where might this tunnel lead
Just a hint of snow. The occasional fat flake visible against the still leafy tree, in slow dance downward. I watch, mesmerized as if my back window has become a television, the floating white stuff a metaphor, a plot device in the opening credits that whisper a coming change. There are things I am pleased […]
Hamilton Residency 3
My new middle name is Curiosity. Like a little kid, mouth open: wow. huh? how come? really? Wow, really. Who? Strangely, it feels like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, living my brand new daily life in an arts hub in the old rather broken, semi-forgotten industrial sector of this big city where my […]
Coming to
I’m in my socks on a quiet street in the old section of town, pulling goutweed out of the garden. It’s early on an idyllic spring morning, full of bees and growth, flowers and a gentle cool breeze. A starling, harsh and insistent, comments on my weeding. I explain that in the ecosystem of my tiny […]