Monthly Archives: July 2016





Time is a thief

Stealing our lives

And all that is costly

Each day it revives

We fight to hold on

We fight to remain

Perhaps we are wrong

And it’s time to refrain

The battle to fight

The battle to win

Is the one that is lurking

So deeply within

Enjoy what you have

Enjoy who you are

Your time here is finite

Let the exit be far

It was a blast!


As most of you know I participated in an art show and sale last weekend. It was held at a venue that is specifically designed for local artists to show their work. The building is a heritage home and it is lovely!

I was convinced by a dear friend that I should do this even though it absolutely terrified me. My friend is an incredible artist and I wasn’t sure I measured up. I was wrong. I paint differently then my friend and she did her best to convince me that my work was good. She was right.

Our show was on for three days: Saturday, Sunday and the following Wednesday. I was exhausted at the end of it but I had one hell of a good time! I don’t think we sat still for more than two or three minutes a day. My friends, her friends, fellow artists and even a few strangers popped in and even bought a few paintings. It was a blast!

Even the weather cooperated. The location is on Lake Ontario and the incredible breeze that wafted around the area made for some very pleasant days. Even Wednesday, which while the temperature was approaching 40°C (110°F) it didn’t actually feel that way. I was also able to display some of my Daily Quips. People seemed to enjoy them. I was able to reconnect with people I hadn’t seen in years. It was wonderful!

I must admit that it was pretty nice to see the faces on people who didn’t realize I actually painted. I even got a few commissions out of it! Who knew? It was fun! Would I do it again? Yes……. Maybe next year! I need a little time to recover. And to count my money!

Now of course this means two things: people like my work and I have bare patches on my wall that desperately need to be filled! My paint brushes will be coming out momentarily.

So I can now say without any arrogance or hubris: I am a painter, I am a writer. Bloody hell that felt good!


Thoughts in My Head

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The thoughts in my head

Are not coming out

They are hiding I think

And starting to pout

The words in my mind

They want to be free

But fear holds them back

From me and from thee


Scary the world

Around us became

Evil and mean

With anger and shame

I know we can fix things

In time if we try

But if we don’t attempt it

Then the question is why?