“Do you mind if I sit here?” I asked an older, portly gentleman at lunchtime today, as I approached his table in the dining area downstairs in the St. Lawrence Market. “Of course not,” he replied as he sat alone eating his own lunch, wearing an oversized jacket so not in keeping with the warm…
Read More The secret photographerThere was a young 20-some-year-old woman sitting opposite me yesterday, as I had dropped by the Luna Café at Argyle & Dovercourt. She was listening to her iPod while reading a magazine but her eyes never remained long on whatever she was reading. She kept glancing furtively at what few patrons were in the coffee…
Read More Coffee at Luna CaféI had to put one of our cats to sleep earlier this month. Garbo Jeng had had a severe lung infection, which left extensive scarring on the lining of her lungs. It turned out she also had a very large tumour and she was in a pretty serious condition; her breathing was shallow and very…
Read More Garbo Jeng and Fatima: A Tale of Two KittiesAt night I travel alone on the Silk Road of your body.The scent of burnt musk fills my senses; my breath, a breeze,Blowing through the dark.I trace my finger over your shoulder, finding my way in a familiar place.What I carry is without substance, worth its weight in gold.My destination is to dream.
Read More SilkEaster Sunday was a good day for us when we were kids, second only to Christmas Day. We couldn’t wait to get home after Mass to unwrap our chocolate eggs! We’d remain in our Sunday best most of the day, as family and friends filed through my parents’ house for tea and biscuits. The religious…
Read More Losing my religion