Thursday, January 31, 2008


...I have someone to see tonight. A picture to put in their hand...

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Last Chance At The Sea

...Have I been inland so long that I would even consider not going?...

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Snow In The West

...The snowboarder is friendly. The only one who isn't trying to sell me something who speaks to me...

Monday, January 28, 2008


...I raised up the waves. Kissed my hands one at a time...

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Your Eyes

...Walking down Granville St. with a hot chocolate in my hand...

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Vancouver Tour

I will do some shows in Vancouver, BC between January 27 and 29 th. Following the urgings of my soul (and a friendly concert organizer), this seems like the right time to visit Canada's West Coast for the first time.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Phone Call The Same

...Was right to hesitiate four years ago...

...We go our seperate ways. For an eternity of a few days...

Thursday, January 24, 2008


...Reminded of all this. It was good. The soup at the Holiday Inn was not...

Wednesday, January 23, 2008


...Was really glad that I had a plane ticket and not a mortgage...

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


...What was so long denied. Actually at ease...

Monday, January 21, 2008


Trusting is best done after reading the warning signs correctly. Now you tell me. Why not me? Because I'm from the ocean. Because I trust too much.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Devestating News

...Lingered in a place once peaceful. Then chaos...

Saturday, January 19, 2008


...Scrunched up some hair. What a look...

Friday, January 18, 2008

Been Here

...I did a lot of weeping at the Hayden concert...

Thursday, January 17, 2008


...Chains weren't broken. Just loosened. Tight once again...

Wednesday, January 16, 2008


...But still there is no silence untangling from the thorns choking the path...

Tuesday, January 15, 2008


...It's squeaky, it's red, what fun - but it too will burst...

Monday, January 14, 2008


...Rare and beautiful souls but much rocky terrain...

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Damn Pet Circus

...I heard from a friend when all seemed lost...

Saturday, January 12, 2008


...Don't know the details. It was all hush hush...

Friday, January 11, 2008

Ocean Find Me

Every time I go swimming I end up imagining I am lost at sea. Out in the middle of some tropical sea. Trying to stay alive in the ways Terrified of being eaten by sharks. Then a life guard yells, "one at a time" to the kids on the diving board, and someone else floats by on a flutter board. I snap back to "reality". Sort of. I long for the open ocean.

Thursday, January 10, 2008


...I'm in a whole new generation of myself. So how about that...

I will perform at Cafe Nostagica in Ottawa, ON. This evening. I have music to share without the burden of posters, sound crews and backing bands. It feels good. I am trying again.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Hot Stuff

I listend as a mother told her child, "Bethany ferns can be poisionous." Bethany stuck her toungue out further and fatter towards the fern.

Though it defies the good sense and survival instincts gifted to most mammals, humans seem to learn to knowingly reach out for trouble from a young age.

"He's not good for you." (Wonder if he'll go on a date with me?)
"Why don't you wait and see? (Because I want it now.)
"Spending time over there is going to cause you drama." (Let me get my coat on.)

If dancing with trouble is how humans learn, then you'd think we'd be smarter. The only rationale for this behaviour is others' expereinces of reality seems to be less beleivable than our own.

"The stove is hot." (Let me touch it for myself.)

Sometimes the best way to learn is to ask someone who's been through it. Whatever "it" is. After all the stove really is hot. Why burn your hand needlessly.

(Because sometimes a good burn reminds me I'm alive?)

Tuesday, January 08, 2008


Some people are looking for others' company in there standing stillness. I'm looking for my own company in my moving forward-ness.

Monday, January 07, 2008


...When you told me not to talk about the weird stuff...

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Between The Rhymes

I finally got around to having that New Year's champagne. I'm celebrating being more honest in 2008 than in 2007 and I'm only six days in.

When I reach the end of my journey I'm going to smile to know that I've lived my life like poetry. Sure some people can't deal with it. They can read newspapers.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Amoungst the Ruins

In 1999 I was sitting in a frozen Chevy Cavalier in the parking lot of a Community College in the dark. Listening to the "Top 9 At Nine." Trying to will myself into going inside the building and attending my "Basics Of Accounting" course. I had no job. No prospects. Talents. But it was all in the wrong package. So decreed the world around me. Britney Spears, meanwhile, at the age of 17, had just had the #1 song of 1998. (The title needs no repeating.) ahead of even Cher's "Believe." ("Do you Believe In Life After Love?" is always a sentiment worth repeating.) Britney was on the radio this night in the Chevy. I hauled ass into the accounting class. Debits credits. Ledger lines. I still don't know to this day! Now, flash ahead 9 years and Britney has been taken from her mansion in California strapped down to a stretcher. Then put in a "mental lockdown" in a Los Angeles hospital.

As it is, here's too many office workers reading the celebrity pages of "Ottawa Metro Magazine!" as they ride to work on the bus. (An awful, yet compelling, sight I witness daily.) So my point is not to discuss celebrity gossip. Especially when there are children starving in the world and whale populations dwindling. Rather to rememeber that, while it is hard, try not to be jealous of others; because we never know where they're going to end up. Or where we'll end up.

I may not be at the Top of the Pops or on the cover of Meglomania magazine. But I am not strapped to a stretcher either. There's all sorts of local celebrities ass-kiss networking their way onto radio specials and leaving me in the dust. But I find being in the dust is such an artistic place to be.

I don't want to be a jealous person. I avoid the few misguided fools who have stated they are jealous of me.

I did pass that basic accounting course. I forget who did the homework assingments for me...

Friday, January 04, 2008

Show Me

Glad my book of "daily lessons" reminded me we have a lot to learn in this life, and some of it comes from what others observations of us.

"I've been told to work harder by the lazy. To be more on time by those broken down on the road. To communicate better by the brick wall. "

Not the easiest lesson: that others have lessons for us. I spent most of my teenaged years yelling, "Don't criticize me!" It became a quote people associated with me. (That and the Whitney Housten lyrics taped in my locker.) Well no more. Now I say, "Criticize me baby. Tell it to me like it is. So I can tell it to you the same way. Oh yes... just like that."

Thursday, January 03, 2008

In Life the Milk Is Always Kept In the Back Corner

I walked through the grocery store, because I had a sense I would seee a friend. Wasn't sure which one. I did see a freind. Who I'd been thinking about. In this case, no problem. But it did start me thinking - thinking about thinking about people. It can be embarrassing. Or grand. It definately leads somewhere. Often to the person being thought of. It doesn't go unnoticed by the stars. this thinking about people. Help me. It's too beautiful.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Laugh Anyway

My grandmother has been gone 3 years today. She is still here.

She was a fan of irony.

She would have liked when I stood at the steam tables in the cafeteria with the other drones. What a contradiction. What an irony.

She would have liked to hear (the blind) Jeff Healey sing "Angel Eyes", up to and including, "I could look but I could never touch!" For politically correct zealots possibly offensive. For fans of irony - hilarious! Jeff Healey himself probably gets a laugh at this.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008


Who can say where the road leads, only time" - Enya

This year I'm getting away from the woman who loudly describes the 50 types of hamburger toppings available at the mall.

I will have a more healthy 2008 than 2007.

I visited my new friend. The one I have to carry.

I'm moving to a window with a better view.

Sidney Crosby looked gorgeous in Buffalo.

I'm going to ask myself for advice before I ask anyone else.