Pursuing Truth, Goodness, and Beauty
Another deal and I’ve lost count of how many times that Jack of Spades has been flipped; to think that playing solitaire to beyond midnight might bring answers is sheer lunacy. Better a set of Tarot cards or a Ouija board, or casting down bones out across the table, for I am dazed watching…
It’s like deja vu all over again – as my life is turning out to be one big cliché. I am continually trying to prove that you’re only as old as you feel. And I don’t feel my age, yet the mirror on the wall tells a story or two… I stare into bloodshot eyes,…
Age 50 is a milestone; another of life’s markers along the way. At this time, I find myself at the side of a road, taking the time to pause and reflect and I glance neither back at the asphalt traveled, nor ahead where this trail leads. But I’m wholly distracted by ants, darting every which…
The river rapids are swollen, gushing with Spring’s anticipation; my gaze sweeps upwards beyond the falls and spray. I’m elevated, suspended somewhere above the rocks, the deafening noise and the surge and the fury. I’m hung there, numbed senseless by my creative drought, whilst the clapping echo of the pregnant Mississippi dances through my…
– So it’s a calculated move? – Sorrta: the vineyards were fine for the wineries but a working soul can wither in the Niagara sun We chose to leave the magnificent web we had spun, leave behind the comfort, contentment of the Briarfield lair to jump into “the next phase of our lives” into the…
Sorry, there’s no inspiration here. There’s deliberation and cursory reviews, some light criticism and cynical observations, and heaping servings of borrowed thoughts (even some regurgitated pulp from dated, unconnected ideas written years ago). But no insightful pronouncements, no brilliance, no profundity. Sorry, there’s been no epiphany today. There’s only scribbles and lifted quotes dropped…
Each nightly vision swirls about my head, as I sleepwalk through my days, mumbling through greetings and conversations, looking for some spark to ignite and energize, to slap me awake from this weariness that seems to bewilder me so. Yet, I’m hopeless to express in so many words my quest for an original idea…
It’s my mission: I am looking for a simple answer to enjoying the very essence of life and the ones I love; to not be burdened with a day’s tiresome trivialities, those meaningless details and happenings that cause troubled sighs and sleepless nights. May I, in taking one deep breath, let loose those weights that…
Thursday we choose between our generous Step-Mom, who is treating us and partying with Dad’s credit cards and Dr. No, who we are told will enforce our bed time We are either Wynners with all our wishes, wants and desires; a celebration for the here and now forever! or we are conscientious objectors who pronounce…
Chris George has released “Almonte and the summer of 2013 that was”, a compilation of 10 poems written through the past few months. The verses capture the expectations raised in moving into a new community and making a new start. They also include personal reflections of a writer’s challenges to begin again, afresh. If…
March for the George Family means “Almonte.” We’re weeks away from our Family’s move, leaving St. Catharines and Niagara for Almonte, a great, small town about 40 minutes from Ottawa’s downtown. We’re all in a daze with the realization that the days and weeks leading up to our cross-Province trek will fly by. There…