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This morning, when I was walking on the Ottawa Valley Rail Trail (OVRT), I came upon a dead frog. I took a picture. This evening, when I was browsing the…
This morning, when I was walking on the Ottawa Valley Rail Trail (OVRT), I came upon a dead frog. I took a picture. This evening, when I was browsing the…
Seems everyone else is always to blame for everything (especially, it would seem, if you are the premier of Ontario, a random commenter on Facebook or a narcissist LOL!)….
I was inspired after sharing an anonymous poem entitled “another day” to write my own on the same theme. Here it is: another, another day © 2018 punkie another,…
Susan notes: Carolyn Thériault is a Canadian expatriate who lived in Turkey when she wrote this blog post; she now lives in Spain. Thériault is the author of Stealing Fatima’s Hand,…
I wrote this poem in 2018, long before COVID. At the time, I couldn’t come up with a title. I finally decided on “not dead. yet.” With a tip…
What fun we had with the Friends of Mississippi Mills Facebook Page “All Things pumpkin” draw in which participants submitted pictures, poetry and other stuff, for the chance to win fabulous…
What fun we had with the Friends of Mississippi Mills Facebook Page “All Things pumpkin” draw in which participants submitted pictures, poetry and other stuff, for the chance to win fabulous…
What fun we had with the First Annual Friends of Mississippi Mills Facebook Page Clotheslines (pics) and Clothes’ Lines (poetry with & without pics) combined competition, the idea for which…
“It’s hard to drive March Road, just north of Upper Dwyer Hill Road, without acknowledging the forlorn, weather-beaten log home that sits in the middle of the field to…
Yet another poem inspired by online conversations featuring great divides, political and otherwise. I speak the poem as a narration on the video. The words may be read below….