isobelmtl

Writing under a Montreal sky

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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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  • From the library

            This will will be quick as my internet is down at home and the service at the library is a bit erratic.  I keep falling off the internet.  I have spent many tiresome hours talking to bell techs all over the world to no avail.  A real like tech will come…

  • Flash Fiction

    Flash fiction is really short storytelling.  So, here’s something under 300 words.. It’s called Tick tock       Tick tock – the loud wall clock.  Only ten minutes to catch the bus.  He’s still asleep.  Dog still asleep too.  Tiptoe, quiet now.  Unhook the key beside the door.  The sliding closet door makes a…

  • compassion

            Maybe my blog is not sincere.  I always try to write positive things, things that are a bit uplifting even for myself.  Today I am very troubled by something that is happening in my neighborhood.  You know I wrote that one of the alley cats was having kittens.  Well, I will…

  • A cool cozy dreamy day

            The sky is that pale whitish-grey that means it will drizzle and drip until it is good and ready to stop.  My freshly pruned rose bushes are happy, robins are happy, I am happy.  I’m not going to stir out of my house this day.  I am wearing a cosy (and…

  • St Lawrence River

              I love this river.  Yesterday it was quite windy, a wind from the east battling the flow of the river and raising white-caps.  I saw a couple of ships which I always find thrilling – imagining being on board and slowly making my way down the river.  Of course there…

  • Outside the city

        Today day is one of the few brilliantly sunny ones we have had for many weeks.  I decided to go for a long drive in hopes of finding snow geese.  There is an old road that follows the river so I took that and although I only saw a flock of Canada geese,…

  • From the hedge

      This little twig is from the hedge beside my house.  See what has happened.  In a few days the hedge will be green and then the little pink blossoms will come out.  Ah, there it is -the same mistake of always looking ahead and abandoning this cool moment when the brittle twigs are surrendering…

  • Late Spring

          Waiting for things to be the way we want them to be   But they are now The way they want to be   And they are waiting For us  to love them As they are

  • The Day After

      The day after a big day can be a bad day, a let down day.  This morning, the day after Pascha, I had a hard time.  Things bothered me, things aggravated me.  I felt like I had to do things that I didn’t want to. . . and I did them.  I exercised patience…

  • Easter Day

    Today was a special day.  Usually I am running around for days before Easter preparing for a big feast at my house.  I have to clean the house and prepare tablecloths, serving dishes, treats for kids, wine for my guests.  I have to buy and cook a lot of food.  It’s a lot of work…