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Trinity
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Trinity - Have we met before? A couple of summers ago, in August, I was in New Orleans for two back to back business trips. These trips happened, before Katrina had sucked the life out of the downtown core. Bourbon Street was a sticky mass of near naked bodies swaying on beer baked cobble stones in search of a high, whether it be music or substance.
Trinity
- The
29th of May - A Poem
Trinity
- Out
Of Control And Flying High Sitting
on a plane you cannot get away
from yourself, not to mention
the person beside you whose
stomach may be rumbling from
lack of nutrition on todays
service and happy or sad your
innermost feelings show themselves
surrounding like a cocoon for
one, three, eight or eleven
hours of your life with intensity.
Trinity
- Underneath
Our
skin can form a clay mask of
our inner selves, hard to the
touch and all encompassing.
An
open soul
will feel
too much.
Our bodies
are 80%
water, emotion
can turn
that water
into wine
or infect
with a free
flowing
poison that
shuts down
vitality
and blocks
messages
from brain
to heart.
Trinity
- If
it were the last night on earth
everyone would be with someone else
..
A
common sentiment among single Torontonian
women would to some extent reflect
the title of this short story along
with When will it be my turn?
and Who is out there for me?
A few years ago having witnessed
these dismaying sentences of feminine
weakness fall out of my mouth I
decided that, until I found Mr.
Right, I would indulge in the affections
and attentions of x4 special men
in my life all whom had been vying
for my attention. I would play the
game like our Metro sexual human
opposites do, just minus the actual
sex.
Trinity
- If
it were the last night on earth
everyone would be with someone else
..
A
common sentiment among single Torontonian
women would to some extent reflect
the title of this short story along
with When will it be my turn?
and Who is out there for me?
A few years ago having witnessed
these dismaying sentences of feminine
weakness fall out of my mouth I
decided that, until I found Mr.
Right, I would indulge in the affections
and attentions of x4 special men
in my life all whom had been vying
for my attention. I would play the
game like our Metro sexual human
opposites do, just minus the actual
sex.
Red Riding Hoods of 2005 beware the sheep are still not
what they appear to be! I
live in Toronto; I am in my early 30's and moved to Canada
approximately 10 years ago. Life is stressful these days
but who's isn't really? I am an intelligent, attractive
girl who is single in the city. For the following true
story I will change all names to protect the innocent
(or is that to protect the guilty?)
Trinity
- A
small slice of Trinity. Made
in England, content Canadian would be on my label, if I
were a soft toy. Waiting for my real life best describes
my stance but upon reflection this might actually be my
real life! Sitting between the baby boomers and generation
x this puts me in my 30s, both young and old at the
same time with a unique ability to identify with every age.
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