June 2026 – My Stories’ New Home
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Reflections on Fred’s Funeral
At this time of year, mid October, I always start to think about my great-uncle Fred who served in the Canadian Expeditionary Force during WWI. Yesterday, I sent out an email (my first in a long time) in which I…
Brushing Teeth
Reflected in the mirror was me and Janie. She was bigger. Brushing our teeth, shoulder-to-shoulder, I watched as the white foam bubbled and frothed from our lips, watching her watching herself, wondering if this would be a night when she…
Big Love
Jasmine crawled into my lap. She was wearing the pink flannel nightie I’d made for her. You couldn’t buy them anymore because they combusted children, apparently. Jasmine was her usual little furnace of heat and felt like a sack of…
Chattering II
Born with this big bundle, bursting and chattering, scattering love like dropped petals from wildflowers, carelessly and carefully. “Look what I picked for you, Mommy!” From my hot and sweaty hand she takes them, but later I find them withered…
A Jolly Family Photo
In this one, you are holding your knees. You’re an old man, or you look old. But you’re not sitting in a chair like the rest of the grownups. You’re sitting on the floor, hard leather shoes, socks, trousers, your…
Book Review Fred’s Funeral
Robbie’s Inspiration January 2, 2018 Fred’s Funeral
An Indepth Review by Amie’s Book Review Blog
FRED’S FUNERAL by SANDY DAY is a fascinating tale of one man who returned from WWI only to be locked up in an insane asylum for “Shell Shock” (Click on the text to read more…)
Interview Nov 14, 2017
Answering these questions was fun. (Click on the photo) Is there anything you’d like to ask me?
Safe Word
Hands bound, spread eagle America murmurs a safe word, Liberty but the rape (consent now withdrawn) commences. America struggles gagged her eyes pleading as lawlessness spreads and permissions fall slapping her faster than vanishing web pages With each angry thrust…
Words
I’m haunted by words I said yesterday they won’t let me go. Promises, vows, intentions, blowing the curtains on a windless night, but they’re just the soul of a dead decision. I’m afraid nothing is so simple. To fall in…
Walking the Garden Streets in Fall
Walking the garden streets in fall colours kaleidoscope in misty tableaux burnt red of dogwood, yellow ash. The fog clings to a thousand depths of green. Blossoms of beet juice bloom impossible dahlia blades. My eyes drown in the dreary…
Business
I am going to take fear out back and shoot him. Stand him up against the shed and blow his fucken head off. I want to see his brains scatter gritty and grey like a cremated body. I am so…
Silence
The long cold silent winter stretches out like a thin blanket on a loveless bed. I trust that there is life there – a barely beating heart in hidden leaves and sunken acorns frigid bulbs. It’s the silence that deafens…
Old Love New Love
When I called her in the year before she died, really I just wanted confirmation that my amorous meanderings were valid. Were something she would have done. But she didn’t give me that. She said, You know, at my age,…
A Mouse Tale
Kindergarten. We sit in a big circle on the floor. The teacher passes around a mouse. It is a very small mouse. It fits in the palm of thirty-one five-year-olds. Until it gets to me. I don’t know that I…
I’m a Writer
“And what do you do?” “I’m a writer.” Silence. The slight frown. Then the question. “What do you write?” I hate this question. I write words goddammit. And sometimes sentences! “Oh, lately I’ve been writing fiction, a novel actually. Well,…
Filling the Empty Nest
Last January, a sudden bout of empty-nest syndrome collided with my daughter’s desire to get a puppy. At first, she wanted me to get a puppy that she would “visit and help take care of”. Fat chance! I outlined for…
Why Christmas turns my Crank
As an atheist I would never have wished Christmas away, entirely. Granted, I bristled at the Christian takeover of a pagan solstice celebration; but I had nothing against a saintly old man who poured gold pieces into the stockings (hanging…
ENEMY, the movie
My Review of ENEMY: This movie was filmed so that it looks like a bad, yellowy Polaroid from the 60s. Everything, including Jake Gyllenhaal, is brown. It’s shot in Toronto, and our city never looked more depressing – reminded me…
Getting in Shape for Free – Sustaining my 1st Fitness Injury
This walking thing is not child’s play. After downloading a pedometer to my cell phone I proceeded to pound the pavement, the lumpy, ice and snow covered payment. I walked to the library, I walked to work, I walked to…
My Biased and Ignorant Academy Awards 2014 Preview Review
I love the Academy Awards. It’s live TV and anything can happen on live TV. For example, I howled when Melissa Leo dropped her grateful F-bomb. And I still quote Sally Field, “You like me, right now, you like me!” …
Getting in Shape (for free)
Yesterday I came up with a whole new chapter for the book I’m working on (How to Live on Nothing and Have Everything). It’s called, Getting in Shape. CAUTION: This material is untested. I found myself believing the horseshit that…