On one of the earlier (February 2017) visits to Victoria—before up-and-moving here from Toronto—I saw a small path just off the main walkway that runs parallel to Dallas Road, a beach road that runs along the south coast of the city. I went down the path to find that it ended at a spiral staircase…
Read More Spiral Beach, Victoria B.C.The first thing I noticed as I opened the door to the outside was an overwhelming fragrance. Flower beds filled with honeysuckle, iris, and aubrietia lined both sides of the path leading to the rooftop garden. Their heady perfume, floating on the warm summer air, mingled with the baser smell of damp soil to create…
Read More Up on the roofI found this song in the voice memo app on my phone yesterday. It’s a traditional French Christmas carol called “Trois anges sont venus ce soir” (Three angels came this evening), sung by El Franco. I have no idea when he recorded it, nor does he. It must’ve been when we’d had “one too many”…
Read More Trois anges sont venus ce soirI 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.
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