Pixie Stix

Out for a walk with the twinlets this evening I passed a garbage can in a park overflowing with the coloured wrappers of spent pixie stix.

I remembered Charlie. Charlie brought me pixie stix every day. I don't know how Charlie knew they were my favourite. I don't know where he got them. Charlie was blonde with buck teeth. I don't remember ever really talking to Charlie except to say 'hello' and 'thank you'. My friends all assumed that Charlie was my boyfriend. I guess I thought that too. Why else would he bring me pixie stix? He never gave any candy to anyone else. Not that I knew of. We were five years old and in kindergarten. Already independent enough to take the bus to school on our own we were putting our own stamp on the world. Every day Charlie would find me on the playground and he would give me a pixie stix -- the red and orange ones were my particular favourites. I would rip open an end, tilt my head back and let the powder pour into my mouth. I actually don't remember ever having had pixie stix before meeting Charlie. I don't remember ever having them since that year.

35 years later, walking in a park, I remembered Charlie, the taste of pixie stix and how good it felt to not question the intention behind a simple act of friendship.

Black and White

Hmmmm....working on an idea here. It's not 'done' but I'm not up to editing it further. 'It's my blog and I can post incomplete gak if I want to.'


Soft caresses and bruised thighs.
Dented walls and gentle sighs.

Forgiveness is a difficult concept. How does one begin the process of forgiveness? "I forgive you." These words, uttered with intent and infused with feeling are just words. What do they mean?

Let it go and don't look back.
Knick and Knack and Paddy Whack.

"I forgive you for . . . ." For what exactly? Ripping the rug out from under my feet? Violently changing the course and direction of my life? But out of this violence came somthing beautiful. A birth. Two births. Rebirth.

Childhood rhymes set to repeat.
Simple chords, a vibrant beat.

"All is forgiven." A blanket statement that covers all bases. Does forgiveness lead to trust? What does it really mean to lose trust? Is trust possible after it's been broken? How can one negotiate without trust?

Rainbows painted large and bright
Remind us that it's never just black and white.

The Unknown

Into the Unknown

A spider’s web
The perfect union
Of strength and fragility
Beauty and deadly intent
Can withstand a summer storm
In all its ferocity
But falls apart
When a careless passerby
Walks through it
Oblivious