I know how to ignore passion. I know how to honour it. I do not know how to control it.
In love
I am in love with being alive. I am scared shitless
Requiem (for Sia)
What will be left when I have dreamt all of my dreams? When I have made all the journeys? When I have gone down all of the roads that I have imagined? When I have lost all that I have had and have gained all that I may? What remains when all of the important … Continue reading Requiem (for Sia)
Saboteur
I know him well. He lurks in the shadows. He hides behind the bushes. His footsteps are silent and it is easy to believe that he is not really there. He resides in the extra muffin in the staffroom. His playground is in the cold wind that stops you form snowshoeing. He sleeps in the … Continue reading Saboteur
La Fermiere
I sit typing at the kitchen table. As I do so, the table rocks along on it's old bronze wheels. The table is like a fond old friend. Maybe the friend is drunk. Maybe the friend's inebriation is causing the friend to feel a certain physical synchronicity with my keystrokes. Like an old … Continue reading La Fermiere
Geography
Dear Alice, In a couple of days I will begin teaching my first full geography course. I have taught snippets of geography before in Social Studies 6 and Social Studies 9, yet I have never directly asked myself what geography means to me, personally. I did today. I did today. I did as I … Continue reading Geography
a fish tale
the morning is quiet. I sit on the sofa, drinking coffee, looking for copper wall ideas. Finn sits across from me, looking our the window from his perch on the Lascaux-themed wing-back chair. he turns his head and rests it on the arm, looks at me, and begins to breathe deeply. his eyes droop … Continue reading a fish tale
Pallas Athena
Pallas Athena. Goddess of wisdom and war. Born out of her father Zeus' head. She made so much noise inside his head he split it open with an axe to let her out. Herein lay thoughts that made so much noise they had to come out.
Olalla Creek 