Author: isobel cunningham
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We had a heavy snowfall here three days ago. Because the snow was wet and heavy and because we have had little wind, it has settled on trees, wires, poles in a very beautiful way. The way the city looks reminded me of some paintings of Lawren Harris,…
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Every year this plant bursts into bloom just before Christmas. I have owned it for many years. Perhaps you can see from the picture that it lives in an old bucket, not a fancy flower pot. Every spring I put it out into the back yard and neglect it for many months. It is the…
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sweet Little Lies.” interesting, i just submitted a short story to Glimmertrain on just this subject. My protagonist has a moment when she must choose whether or not to lie. . . .
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Ah, and after the enchantment, the magic, the joy evoked by the first snow storm, comes . . . . the issue of parking. For two days I have been getting around by public transportation and leaving my little red car safe in her increasingly snow-encumbered spot outside my house. Yesterday after helping a lady…
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Speeding along in summer and in the breezy haze Of autumn colors, golden leaves flung up By your spinning wheels. Did you dream, in a shredded feather dream Of your fixed immobility on this street-light lit night? I think not. I think you flew along in the Zen moment of rolling the kilometers under your…
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Montreal awakening under the heavy wet snow of December And the little city garden steadfast, galant,waiting Waiting for a glance, a sigh of wonder. The city lamp-post presiding over the white lane and gate Welcoming the birds and the old cat emperor. My first step out onto the little back veranda The happy surprise of…
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Some some kind friends got together and gave me this book as a thank you gift quite a while ago. Heaven knows, I had done little enough for them. They are women of great intelligence and energy who were quite able to become better museum guides than I will ever be. Is…
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Made my annual trip to the Botanical gardens yesterday and was most impressed by the outside decorations. Caribou made of natural materials- even some caribou moss, white and spongy, pranced around in front of the main entrance. Yesterday was the opening day of the Christmas exhibit and I was surprised at how few visitors there…
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Through the thick bars of the fire escape through the beautiful curve of the hand rail past the utility poles, the power lines, the branches and twigs of the old tree, Past it all. The day, beyond all that, overcoming night as she will be overcome. obliterating the ugly beauty of forms Daylight bathing the…
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On Saturday afternoon I turned on the tap and. . . nothing happened. The water was cut. For a couple if days workmen( and women!) had been digging a mysterious hole at the corner of my street. I admit to a few illegal trips through the lane to allow me to get around the blocked…
