all my breads – by king arthur, miller

soft, gentle, shy
the grey pastel
of the hour before daybreak –
rye.
colour creeps in
a quiet blue tint
so faint, it apologised.
its strength holds up half my starter
equals with wheat
but it soon drowns
in a tide of teig
of louder flours.
having bloomed, now fades
as the backdrop, unseen
as the foundation of
all my breads
since last july.

my canadian politics rap

Beat by Element Productions (at 110% tempo)
Lyrics my own

i wanna be clear: we had ten years full of darkness
that’s a decade of fear to divide, scare and part us
the story of harper’s reign starts in 2006
with a minority of electoral picks
it was a picture of false majority in 2011
thank single member plurality, westminster inheritance
it was a total blow, ranking as a low form of penance
a road to thought control for which we supposedly votedRead More »

reconstituted verbiage

In both form and content, here’s my response to my disappointing last post, where the sentiment was good but the writing not – full sentences were chopped up to form rhyming boxes, then on second thought glued back into lines of prose.

You might know that I adore writing but am terrified of speaking, so this is new frontiers!