Southeast Asian streets
a chaotic kaleidoscope
of humans, animals, aromas and noise.
vehicles eternally dodging
roads wrenching, churning, clogging
horns and humans yelling,
everybody street-corner storytelling.
a four-legged friend with a patchy fur coat
he’s been through a lot, it's easy to note
he sniffs a delicious scent as it
floats from a nearby plate
soon a man kicks him
and he scampers away.
And there’s Ollie
independent, knows no other way
she’s striving to survive in this tropical bay
paradise for many, a struggle for some
her reflexes tense, ready to attack or to run.
too many distasteful run-ins with humans
loving encounters, none.
white-spotted on black
meanders through the night in search of a snack
sniffing out the next bite -
the city spits occasional scraps.
regurgitations of human consumption
dismal discarded morsels
he devours in darkness out back.
these smog-covered nibbles line his stomach for a while
still hungry when he’s finished,
he curls up in a trash pile.
To be utterly invisible
or reprimanded, chased away
which would you prefer to endure
I can't help but cry as
I hold a litter of puppies
born into a kind of poverty so far under the radar they’re
In a place where the people are impoverished
a diseased homeless dog
is an alien.
Bottom of the barrel,
below the food chain.
I stroke their coats gently,
A future so daunting for such little beings.
The motorbikes, the busses these puppies will dodge,
the miles they’ll walk
grime under the claws
forever searching and wild
follow the nose
kicked, scolded and beaten
that's how it goes.
these innocent creatures
will have to learn young
how to navigate this human-designed
To the one we named Ghost,
hunger carved the shape of your ribs with a chisel so sharp I got whiplash double-checking if you were a walking phantom. In the slightest breeze you’d topple over, your shaking legs jangling like skeleton keys. Knew your previous meal might be your last so we bought you some dinner and you inhaled it fast, then limped over to thank us in your own way. A gentle bow of your forehead,
soul to soul,
For the fur-cloaked solo sailors riding churning asphalt seas
trying to stay afloat in this unforgiving city,
I see the Being behind your mange-ridden coat.
the fleas that you’re scratching can’t penetrate your soul
creature of light born in a difficult time,
an impossible place
I can’t begin to imagine the things you have faced.
For the silent soldiers
the dirt covered warriors,
I wish that this poem could put food in your belly
you all have a story but no way to tell it
I’ll be your conduit, you’ll be my muse
we all just walked a mile in your shoes
I’ll stroke your fur
and my words.
The world's forgotten dogs,
I didn’t forget you.
I am a sun-child, a summer worshipper to the core. Yet each year, as Summer begins to fade and Autumn takes her place on Mother Earth's stage, it is difficult to resist falling absolutely in love with the fiery winds of Fall. Her chilly breath grips our collective souls as she dances through the trees, engulfing every branch in her gold-crimson flames. Autumn is an artist of harmony and balance - she paints with a flaming palette on a canvas of frost.
My sister and I decided to do a Fall Photoshoot in Edworthy Park here in Calgary. If any of you YYC-dwellers haven't been to this park - GO IMMEDIATELY, before all the leaves are gone! Edworthy park in Autumn is a Pumpkin Spice Daydream of red, orange, yellow and green, where every corner you turn invites you into an entirely new world so colourful and magical that you wouldn't have been shocked to see fairies having a tea party. It was the absolute perfect place to frolic with my sis and get some Forest Fairy shots of us wearing my newest Goddess Crown creation!
This Crown was inspired by the magestic colours of Autumn. Both sides have a different feathers and designs, making it like two crowns in one! The feathers on it were all found with care, as always...
Peacock - feathers given to me by a local farmer who raises peacocks
Pheasant - a taxidermy bird I found at an antique shop in BC, upcycled and given a new life
Crane - gathered along the riverbank in Saskatoon by a dear friend
Grouse - unfortunately killed by a friends dog, but upcycled and given new life
The Third Eye Stone on this Crown is a shimmering Blue Goldstone, reminiscent of a starry night sky. Draping down the sides are layers of red Jasper, blue Pheasant and green Senegal Parrot feathers, and lava stones that absorb essential oils (if you want some delicious scents to play around you!) Carved wooden leaf pendants perfectly finish this whimsical Autumn piece.
Let me know your thoughts! The crown is for sale and will be available in my store shortly. Email me if you have any questions, and enjoy the colours outside my friends. You're never too old to play in the leaves!