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Isobel Cunningham has published short fiction and poetry. Her book, Northern Compass is available on Amazon. She was born in Wales but Montreal is her adopted home. She speaks French, Modern Greek ( it’s a fun story) and a little Spanish…oh, English too, of course. She welcomes comments on her blog and looks forward to chatting with you over cyber-space.

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  • Seconds

      Sitting at the Zen Centre. The silvery note struck. Seconds held in a frame of silence, of consciousness. Frame disolved into the vast unconsciousness universe. All who sit belong there. The clapper.  All rise. Walking Zen.  Each second a step. Walkng behind another. Followed by another. Each one a second of eternity. A second on…

  • Sleep

        Fighting it, loving it, craving it revelling in it Dragged from it, longing for it Sacrificing it,  forgetting it cheating it, skipping it, missing it. At last, in my old, big dream bed Getting it. Deep black velvet, a white veil, purple dreams, grey sorrow, morning sun yellow, midnight brown, passion red satin,…

  • Reflections

    In the water in a mirror in the cold steel of a knife in a dark window in the eyes of the beloved. A little, a rind, an edge of reality hovers, fleeting, distorted. Only this.

  • Dark tree

      December is the month of trees. Exposed, their branches trace a dark lace on skies lightened by white clouds. Stripped to their essentials, they turn to their hidden branches of roots, falling asleep in the cold earth. We crave the magic of trees. Only now in this perilous season do we let the wild…

  • Decorated daycare

        I think it would be a lot of fun to go to a daycare painted like this.  I like the soft focus and the look of the diver among the sea creatures.  I found this in the Plateau, a very trendy area in North Central Montreal.  It’s on Roy street just east of…

  • More of our decorated town

    I feel like I have neglected my blog lately.  I have been concentrating on book sales, signings and fairs and I have done little writing.  I’m trying to get back to writing a little every day.  So, today I set out to find a street with the most wonderful graffiti.  I got a little lost…

  • Neighborhood graffiti

    It’s been  a long time since I posted graffiti and I have some new wonderful ones. Well, lady Justice has been discretely hiding in a little side wall right across from the Monk Metro for a while. I wonder about the person who did this in dark colors  on an unobtrusive surface.  She has a…

  • Spreading out

       it is strange and wonderful feeling to see one’s book on the shelf of a bookstore.  It is exciting to see that a few copies got sold on Amazon and oddest and most unreal of all is to do a book signing and to see that people really buy this book.  They carelessly thrust…

  • Tell me what you see

    Tell me what you see

      Isn’t this an intriguing image?  Yesterday a group of guides from the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts went on a day trip to Joliette.  This is a small town about an hour’s drive from Montreal but to my embarrassment I have never explored it.  We visited the old centre of the town where a…

  • Lunch on Remembrance Day

    My grandchildren come to lunch on Wednesdays. Their school is close by and they hurry through the back lanes, let themselves in through the garden gate and run up the kitchen steps. They know there will always be a table set and something a little special for lunch. They have more than an hour so…