20Oct 2009


I was updating the About page with some favorite movies and authors as well as some random tidbits about me when I noticed the date. It’s getting closer and closer to Halloween (or Samhain depending on what you believe in) and I remembered a free form poem that I had written around this time a few years ago. I was attending the University of Manitoba at the time and taking a Literature and Horror class which, coupled with the time of year, is probably why I came up with such a dark piece.

My favorite thing to do with this poem is to show it to people, who always tell me their interpretation of it and then ask me what I meant when I wrote it. I always smile in response and merely say that it’s whatever they want it to mean. No one has ever come up with the same interpretation.

I sit, wait.
Where are others?
Take too long.
Wind come.
Sun go down.
Trees move.
Tree shadows not move.
Too many,
Too large.
Not tree shadows.
Place not good.
Wind make fire dim.
I wait too long.
Should leave.
Sun gone,
Only fire now.
I talk to Shadows.
No answer.
Wind stronger.
Fire now small.
No more wood.
Now Shadows move.
Shadows not part of trees.
Shadows laugh, whisper, dance.
Dance around fire.
Dance wrong.
Too quick,
Too loud,
Too jerky.
Shadows talk now.
Strange talk with no words.
I not like this.
Shadows make fire go.
No light,
Only night.
Others not come ever.
I scared.
Try to run but cannot leave.
Shadows grab throat of me.
Claw, scratch, squeeze.
No air.
No breath.
I fight but Shadows too strong.
Shadows laugh, whisper, dance…

Only dark, only quiet.

16Oct 2009

I saw the Northern Lights one night

It’s not like I had never seen them before. I would go outside late at night in the winter and on some occasions they were there in the sky. But they would only hang low on the horizon, flickering very softly like movement you can only see out of the corner of your eye. They were pretty but evoked very little emotion.

Then there was that chilly night in February so many years ago. My friend Angele and I were waiting outside for our other friend Amanda (who had run off without us but that’s another story). It was cold, probably around -30 Celsius, and very crisp, so much so that the snow crunched beneath our boots. There was no wind to speak off and no animals, people, or vehicles to break the silence save ourselves.

I don’t remember exactly who saw it first and what it looked like when it began to creep up from the horizon. What I do remember is stepping away from the buildings to get out of the electric lights and standing in the middle of the driveway just staring upwards.

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