Category Archives: Creative Writing

Song: When The Horses Start Singing

A deep winter song, for the longest nights, the coldest nights, when your breath opaques the air and the snow squeaks under your boots.

Video: When The Horses Start Singing


On the coldest night of the year
Everything stops
No spin to the earth
No turn of the season
Words have no meaning

Black sky curves overhead
Inverse of snow
Sublime, absolute
We are mute with conviction
Then the horses start singing

We were waiting for the reset of time
We were waiting for this moment to arrive
We were waiting for it all to synchronize

On the coldest night of the year
when all the words fail
Our breath falls like diamonds
Language is silenced
When the horses start singing
We listen

Winter Haiku

The lake is freezing
seagulls float on mini bergs
crows stalk the shoreline

A half-grown cat’s tail
switches at the falling snow
winter under glass

Starlings tweak berries
from the tree’s winter fingers
oh, to fly as one

Here, invisible:
an eclipse eclipsed by clouds
better luck next time

Riding the Haiku Train

Travel writer and fellow Freevillian, Rachel Dickinson, inspired me to explore the Haiku form with her Daily Haiku posts on Facebook. I think she cross posts them from a WordPress blog called The Daily Haiku. I was immediately hooked.

Here a few of the haiku I have written in the past few weeks, in reverse chronological order, starting with today:

Dec. 6

crows wheel in the wind
blowing snow drifts round the house
hot cat in my lap

Dec 5

a sound of crying
dominoes in migration
snow geese have returned

Nov. 25

menu: crock pot hen
baby peas and bread stuffing
cranberries, of course

Took dinner to the
old folk’s home and watched TV
she gave me a gift

Nov 23

mysterious sky
my changing weather outlook
winter advances

Nov 19, 2010

yes i♥friday
full of promises like an
unfaithful lover

Weekend mini series
Lust, shopping, TV, laundry
Sing Monday Monday

spider web catches
a snowflake and is revealed
otherwise unseen

Nov. 2 2010

I’m nervous today
about the voting results
sugar binge predicted

October 31

rain and snow obscure
the mountain in the distance
northern harrier

What They Really Mean is…

When people say, “Bless you,” or, “Blessings,” I think they really mean to say, “May God bless you.”

Hold it right there — should I accept this bestowal? I’m disinclined to. Obviously, most people are not authorized to bestow blessings in the traditional sense. Have they considered I may not desire their blessings, or even believe in the big friendly spirit they claim to represent?

Then again maybe they are just saying, “I sympathize with that sneeze.”

When people say, “No problem,” I think they really mean to say, “You’re welcome,” the traditional rejoinder to “Thank you.” These days everyone is saying, “No problem,” as if they want you to know that helping you or serving you was a trivial act that cost them no effort.

Well, if that’s the case then I wonder why we should feel obligated to say “thank you” at all.

When people say, “Needless to say,” I think they are just showing off. They didn’t need to say it but they are demonstrating that they have complete command of the subject. Just so you know.

When people say, “I’m taking this to my grave,” I think they are a little mixed up. Strictly speaking they are taking nothing to the grave. Someone else loads up the coffin.

Finally, when people say “Like,” (as in, “That’s like, totally random”), I think they mean, “I want you to know I could care less about communicating anything apart from this homage to contemporary babble.”

‘Nuff said.