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Tricia McCallum is a Toronto freelance writer and also publishes fiction and poetry.

Monday, September 16, 2013

A backward glance...

Leaving Westie Way. 
Why must it be
the most beautiful
the day we leave
for the last time,
autumn sunlight dappled just so,
never saw it ladled quite as deliciously.
The family of loons not seen all summer
now suddenly patrols the dock,
not wanting to seem
the slightest bit interested
in the ruckus.
The chipmunks will wonder, peevishly
where their nightly trove of Spanish peanuts has gone.
Grover the groundhog will sigh wearily at the prospect
of having to charm new owners yet again.
The male and female cardinal will look for us in vain on the front deck
after countless nightly visits,
and decree their human companions
to be fickle at best.
Taking our leave,
the dirt road behind us will unspool,
dustily, as always
and we may miss the new fawn
who pops her head out from the brush,
wondering at someone leaving such a place
when all around her is golden.
September 16, 2013.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Any Heavens.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Washed Up..

Washed Up

When did everyone start washing with Purell

Every time you turn around?

As if we could prevent anything.

Stop germs

if they have any interest in us



When did greeting cards start costing 12 dollars,

for real.

No one else notices:

The guy in front of me buys four.



And while I’m at it


Did it become a crime to dress.

You’re so dressed up,

spat out

like the worst possible indictment,

And there is me.

The unforgivable,

in heels, and ok,


a sequined brooch.