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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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  • Magic cat

      Your magic eyes, grave and calm Look out from the cold little wall Close to the church where that morning I took my turn to chant aloud The psalms, verse of the feast And letter, oh, St Paul How often have I tossed my head and rolled my eyes At your stern scolding. Yes,…

  • Reasons

            “not you, it’s me” love absentee his Ph.D. and family tree something for free A Christmas tree he sang off key that  . . . . . Anne Marie a gambling spree too fancy free no referee Well, pardon me! But in reality it’s fear that broke us up For though…

  • Krieghoff Sky

            Sometimes early in the early winter morning the cold sky is just as he saw it. Clouds, grey and while or pink, pearly with the early sun and framed with winter trees, like besom brooms or fir trees or twisted twigs, black against the miracle morning sky. The untouched blue that…

  • Having faith

                                                       Today the first snow At first sight a gasp of surprise, the white Cover Joy at the change of season Change that is so hard to love and to accept…

  • Having Endured

    Having endured the frost Of a hard word Or of withdrawal Of a warm sun, Still blooming, pale, your petals tender Having endured

  • Remembrance Day November 11, 2014 Ottawa

    Yesterday was Remembrance Day. I made my first trip to Ottawa for this event and I found it to be a wonderful and very rewarding experience. A couple of my friends thought that in view of recent tragic events it would be a good idea to show up in person this year. I’m happy they…

  • Strange vehicles

            Just a couple that caught my eye lately. One is a pet grooming van, covered with a sort of fluffy fur, I saw it on my way to exercise class. When I came out the whole thing was being wrapped in stretch wrap, you know, the kind they use in airports…

  • A stick, a stone, thanks Sergio Mendez

    A stick, a stone a bloom, the moon jump rope, hold hope fish gleam, tears stream. a cloud, a leaf a joy, a grief, under the sun, under a star, where have you come from? here you are. a flower, a tower, a breath, a death coming alive, being born dark at sunset, gold at…

  • Stars awoke

    On the darkest day On the cloudy November day When we turn the hands Of the watch, of the clock, When we wring our hands To wring from the short day A little light. On that short dark day See the stars, the stars of scintillating, sparkling, spangling light Shine in you. Diamonds waiting in…

  • Hell o ween

                      October 31 is a special day for me.  It is my birthday.  I’ve always been happy that my birthday falls on this rather weird holiday.  Some people object to this day, even on religious grounds.  I’ve always been happy that even in modern times we give…