Posts Tagged ‘isolation’

The Lady of Bark Lake

At the end of the road and the end of the driveway and then further into the bush and further along again along the trail that passed the cabins on the south side of the lake and then just beyond the ruins of the cabin around which so many ghost stories began, William and the…

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Three Days Past Full

The moon was three days past full, and Billy used its light in the darkness of the night to navigate to the wood pile in the snow. The snow was fresh but wet, and under the great pine trees it had frozen a thin crust which Billy broke through with his boots, down the hill…

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Notes

It’s not as though I haven’t been thinking about writing. I think about it constantly, I live in constant introspection and observation. And I have been writing. I’ve started more sentences than I can finish. My thoughts are My thoughts are And yet there’s this feeling in my stomach of a certain certainty, things that…

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The Small Warmth of the Sun

Billy had gone when the poplars started to bloom, and when they did the last thing he was doing was lying in the winter dead grasses of the hydro cut between the dogs and the dogs laid there with him, Dublin asleep against Billy’s thigh and Maggie at a small distance watching ravens against the…

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Sponge

I take deep breaths throughout the day. In the morning, walking the dogs in the park across the street, I admire the pine trees with Mount Lady MacDonald framing them and I breath deeply five times. It’s a conscious and slow breath, the feeling of clean mountain air filling my lungs. It helps me center…

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Hazards

Originally published on dyckknows.com: I’m sure everyone who participated in RMCC’s Rubber Mallet ride last night didn’t have as philosophical a ride as I did. This was the third or fourth time I’ve ridden with this group, and it was the third or fourth time I was bringing up the rear. As most of these…

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The Weight

Our roommate is gone, moved out. So there’s a weight that’s lifted, a sense of reclaiming a tiny bit of freedom, or independence, or of not doing what’s appropriate when someone else is sharing your space. He wasn’t a bad roommate. By all counts he was pretty damn good actually, but he was here, even…

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