There’s a light at the end of the tunnel Enclosed by a dead end. Do you turn back or remain? … More
Starlight and street lights, Birds’ whistles and blaring horns, Mountain tops and penthouse suites. Jewels of the east and colours of … More
A garden falling from the heavens Dust in the clouds. Particles in earthen tones floating in the air. Starlights like … More
“We’ve become black and white memories of the colourful dream we once were.” R. A. Douglas March 27,2017.
On a quarterly management meeting trip in October 2016 – my first time flying after 16 years – I took … More
A sprinkle of fairy dust, Or some atypical nother realm aura Spiralling focus, in and out of conscience, I can’t … More
Strumming my fingertips on top of the steering wheel I drive, Winding conscientiously past the Old Markham pubs. A drunken … More