Lips…
On all those unsuspected wounded spots…. Lips… almost felt. Almost.
Category: Thoughts
For better and for worse…
For about eight years, I worked as an Emergency Medical Dispatcher. In short, I took calls from 911, assisted callers, gave calls a priority, and dispatched ambulances… The Bag Lady dared me to look back on those years and remember my best and worst experience. I thought it would be quite a challenge, but surprisingly,…… Continue reading For better and for worse…
Every heartbeat…
I’ll never be yours, but all my heartbeats will bear you name…
Montréal…
Last weekend, my best friend came to Montréal for one of our girls day out. Together, we’re like teenagers on the loose, and this time, we had planned to take a tour of the city on one of those big red London buses. The hop on/hop off rides are very popular among tourists, in many…… Continue reading Montréal…
Always…
I’ve always loved you… I just had to wait to meet you.
After Eight Moments…
And the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom… Anonymous. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
The only certitude…
The second you take your first breath, you’re one breath closer to death.
In the crowd…
As I ambled through the tight cheerful crowd, I realized how small and meaningless I was. Just a drop in the sea… A grain of sand, merely a dot. Just a bland spot on the canevas of life… Daily Prompt: Amble
Appologies to all.
Some time ago, I made a big blogging mistake. I was offered poems to post in The Cove. It was my understanding that the writer didn’t want to be identified. Today, it is clear that I should have used a pen name to sign those posts. I should have explained that poems bearing that pen…… Continue reading Appologies to all.
After Eight Moments…
Don’t send me flowers when I’m dead… If you like me, send them while I am alive! Brian Clough If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
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