Hola Sweet Blogging World...
        I have been in my new job, everything theatre and high school, bubble. I can see the light rapidly approaching as Winter Break is almost upon us. I just started a Poetry Unit with my Grade 12 English class... I feel some poems brewing... So stay tuned!
Happy Season!

Sally

Remembering...

Thinking of Garrett Chidley, and all that he sacrificed.

I Get It

It used to be
without meaning.
I sat in assembly
after assembly
wondering why I
couldn't clap,
even though the
performances
were so
impressive.
I wondered
who these
people were
who we mourned.
My parents were
immigrants.
I knew no one
who died for
my country,
until Garrett.
When I sat
in my most
recent
Remembrance Day
gathering,
I wondered how many
Garrett sat through,
disconnected
distracted
hungry.
Wondering why he
couldn't clap.
Not realizing that
one day
he would be
the object of
our thanks,
the source of
our remembering.

Sally

I Knew It!

Desecration lines her
insides
like the sewers of London.
Exuding
Seeping
Draining.
To the naked eye
the facade is
intact,
encased in a
well-constructed
tomb.
Confidence lines her
outsides
like a Gucci watch.
Vibrant
Effective
Ideal
BOOM!

Sally

I'm Back!

            Ratios

     Miraculous days.
So lucky to have the gift
   of their recurrence.

             Sally

              1969
  Today's my birthday.
It's a very strange feeling.
     Quite existential.

              Sally

Beastly Benefits

Three times.
No inserts.
Equal pleasure.
Can it be done
without
compromising
the gifts?
Is it still wrong?
When it comes
down to it,
aren't we just
animals?
Mammals.
Beasts.
Hungers.
Needs.
Three times.
Innocently insignificant.
Why do we
expect so much
of ourselves?
Groan.
Snort.
Sigh.

Sally

And Another...

A few friends insisted on this one... Originally posted on July 21st, 2013.

Jalapeno Peanuts

This only happened once,
never to be repeated.
It was so mortifying,
I hadn't even Tweeted.
But now I take the time,
to share these thoughts with you.
In hopes of circumventing,
a dreadful pain so true.
So listen up, take my advice,
when eating spicy peanuts.
Wash your hands before you plunge
to change for your convenience,
your tampon with the spicy salt
still on your finger lingering.
It did create a hot sensation
in my bits, a tingling.
So far from pleasure did it feel,
that I hopped and yelped.
In hopes of finding coolness,
in the tub I knelt.
So do take note when
Jalapeno peanuts hit the scene,
don't change feminine hygiene
unless your finger's clean!

Sally