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Potboiler

OctPoWriMo #4

This art has never considered

Being potboiler

Because we are told

Art isn’t worth anything

Until you are no longer around

To collect the royalties

Bricks Top Her Spine

OctPoWriMo #3

Bricks top her spine

Flattening her face down.

Her limbs feebly flail,

Slower with each pass,

Until her world returns

To one without light.

Shut out the light

That she needs for life

In order to bring death

To her other pain.

She hopes only one of them will perish.

Sunday Morning

OctPoWriMo #2

Ligaments pop

Limbs stretch and retract

Curling toward the core.

Blankets weigh body

Back into mattress

And an unimportant alarm silenced;

Tumble back to snuggled sleep.

OctPoWriMo

Hello!

As a friend recently reminded me, October is Poetry Writing Month (OctPoWriMo). Given that I enjoy long challenges that only require a small amount of my time daily, I decided to participate, and will be aiming to post a new poem here every day this month.

I currently have ten minutes before I need to leave for work, and still have most of a cup of tea to finish,  so let’s get started.

Ceramic vessel grasping at steam

As it escapes, leaving behind

Its previous life, confined and

Forced en mass around pipes and

Intermingled with faint paints.

Steam wets her face as she

Sips her tea, the last of the fight

Attempting to sting her thirsty tongue.

Constant change is water’s life.

Merry Vlogmas

Hello all,

Vlogmas is a time of year (December) where vloggers make a video every day.

Here is my first one. Subscribe to see the rest.

Cheers!

I Have A Headache

NaNoWriMo 2015

Hello all,

I just wanted to update you on my NaNoWriMo progress, and general thoughts about this project.

Enjoy!

Dear Internet: I Started A Vlog

Hello all,

I uploaded my first ever YouTube video today.

Enjoy!

Do the Greens Split the Progressive Vote? (They do, though they aren’t the only offender)

Originally posted on Radicus Rants:

Early this summer Elizabeth May wrote an opinion piece in which she used five ridings selected from provincial and federal elections past to argue that the Greens do not split the vote.

It is her central thesis for the 2015 election campaign, and I’ve heard it repeated by canvassers and candidates alike.

But is it true?

Disclaimer: This is not a hit piece. I have voted Green provincially twice. I live in Victoria, where the Conservatives have arguably their smallest chance of winning of any riding west of Toronto. A vote for Jo-Ann Roberts (GPC) is a vote for Jo-Ann Roberts; to claim otherwise would be unmistakably partisan.

That said, there are four claims in May’s piece that I find questionable, and I have pored over data from current polling as well as every federal election since the PC/Alliance merge in an effort to fact check them. Some of what…

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On Wednesdays

On Wednesdays, I drink in my bathtub.

Prying that thought from my mind raises hackles

As though I like I need to justify myself

Which is silly, of course

But I overthink, you see

So I’ll explain; here goes.

Wednesdays evening are my introvert time –

A time at which I justify my actions only to myself.

It isn’t always alcohol, if that’s what perplexes you.

Although I post photos of foaming bubbles,

My literature for the evening, and my beverage,

Sometimes it is just juice.

It is easy to make people think your green juice

Is a stout when you shoot in a Guinness glass

And edit in black and white.

My bathtub doesn’t overflow with water,

If that’s what has you concerned.

Sometimes, there is no water, because I have

Filled my bathtub with blankets and pillows

Due to showering earlier in the day,

And not wanting to use up too much water.

Technically, it isn’t always my bathtub,

If static lives have you on edge.

I traveled last month and took my leisure time

In a hot tub surrounded by lush green grass,

And took mocking pictures of Winter Ale

Against this smug backdrop.

It is always on Wednesdays, though,

Because I needed a time to call mine,

And the rest of the tradition fell into place.

It’s a date with myself, which I always keep,

To remind myself that what is important isn’t

The precision of the suds or the flavour or the drink

But the fact that I am doing all of this

As an enticement for my introverted self.