centre of the universe: Strange Times

Everything seemed normal. Normal for any road trip you take with your kids. A million stops for the peanut-bladders; a million cruddy road snacks. At one roadside stop, I bought some semiprecious stone bracelets (a couple of mine have broken lately so I guess I needed to stock up). It was taking a ridiculous amount…

LeDaro: Dreaming

Since I was a child it seemed often I did not know the people in my dreams, and I also ran into well-known international leaders. For example last night in my dream I was in a crowded room and there was a little girl crying. Vladimir Putin stuck his face out and told the people ...

centre of the universe: small town roughs

We had just finished setting up our tent in among the buildings, although the buildings were in the wrong configuration. It was a farm I’d never been to before, in the disguise of one that, were I a bitter, unforgiving soul, I would charge with having taken too many lives. A couple of fox kittens ...

PostArctica: Old Bowling Alley – View Blown

The old bowling alley on De l’Eglise was turned into condos a few years ago and these people appear to have really nice big galdrys (balconies) and while the view is only of a small dull part of Galt avenue, they do have tons of space in front of them including the area that was ...

centre of the universe: It’s been….

I dreamt of you last night. We were in the garage in your home town, sitting on an old brown couch with a bunch of our friends. Your sister was there – in fact it was her I was visiting, dropping off some of your abandoned things and collecting some of my own. A few ...

mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Leonides and the papier-mâché spatula

Gregorina awoke that morning feeling stranger than usual. She’d had vivid dreams of ravaging Leonides, their local butcher, with his own meat tenderizer. In the dream – or perhaps it would do her good to think of it as a … Continue reading →

PostArctica: Adrift

I have yet to see anything that so sublimely and elegantly shows how mankind and nature can cohabit this planet, yet we continue to lay a massive pounding on the earth, oblivious to the wreckage, as we struggle blindly through the fog of our own heads and hearts. ADRIFT It has been almost 3 years ...

centre of the universe: Shaking my confidence daily

I was just thinking…wondering, actually, how many blog posts I’ve begun with the word “Sometimes”. Because I was just about to begin this one with that particular adjective. Not that that matters; I was just wondering. This is tough to explain, but I’m going to try to do it anyway. I became very close friends ...

centre of the universe: Insane in the Membrane

So, one of the things I love is swimming in lakes. I also love swimming in oceans. I have never tried swimming in a sea, but I’m sure I’d love that too. We’d spent the day kind of at the beach. The boys were all fishing, and the water was so clear that I could ...

centre of the universe: Museum Games

The road to home was frightful But the whiskey was quite delightful Home we did not go Let it snow, blowing snow, blowing snow. His Nibs and I had a mini-versary last night when there were DIRE WARNINGS about the state of the highways around the city. It was all very Stephen King. “RCMP advise ...

centre of the universe: Residence

It’s not really communal living, is it? It’s just high-capacity living. I don’t even really know if you can call it “living”. I was 12 when my mother’s friend told me that the best two years of her life were … Continue reading →

mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: An Open Letter to John Hodgman, Minor Celebrity

Dear Judge John Hodgman, I would normally never bother a minor celebrity, but I have a warning to pass along. It may save your life. Last night I had a rather disturbing dream. It felt prophetic, though I hope it … Continue reading →

Saskboy's Abandoned Stuff: Lost Train

I was all set to write something, great I’m sure, and had to do something before I started typing. I came back to this page, and I’d forgotten what exactly I wanted to write about! Instead, I’m remembering parts of a dream I had two nights ago, which was more of a nightmare, but also ...

centre of the universe: Charity

I’m not sure when “charity” became a bad word. “I’m no charity case” is one of those things people say when their pride gets in the way of common sense when you offer to help them in *something* (not just … Continue reading →

centre of the universe: Apple Blossoms, Ornamental

In the yellow golden light of morning, The Nipper and I walked, sometimes hand-in-hand, sometimes side by each, through the well-limbed vaulted cathedral that was my neighbourhood as a child. The streets were empty and the windows of the stately … Continue reading →

centre of the universe: By the sea

I woke this morning keenly aware of the distance between us and sad because of my loneliness for you. I asked myself, was it so very bad? And the answer of course was no. But, as the dude says something … Continue reading →

centre of the universe: Repairs

Last night I was at my grandmother’s tiny, hot house in the small prairie town. The boys were with me, and we were looking through some of the treasures she’s kept for half a century. I had a damp cloth … Continue reading →

centre of the universe: Under the beneath

We had just moved to a new apartment. You suggested we have our friend Smarty Pants over, with his Very Clever family. We also had the Screeching Girl and her sister The Tank. Everything was going well, for a while. … Continue reading →

centre of the universe: Family Ties

You and I were on a video conference when, of a sudden, you stopped talking to me. Your face peered out from my computer screen, but you said nothing. I tried to draw you into conversation but there was nothing … Continue reading →

centre of the universe: Feral

I hadn’t expected to get into a fight with Silent Winged Coyote. It just kind of happened that way. He was upset with me, though, because I kept beating him on all the games of chance. It was uncanny, really. … Continue reading →

centre of the universe: Contrition

I dreamed of you last night. In the first place, we were at my home in my northern town, in the back yard. I was barefoot, and the grass was itchy and warm beneath my soles. I took you across … Continue reading →

centre of the universe: The Mission

I like to learn things about the place I’m in when I’m travelling. I like to learn a little about its history, its culture. I like to mix business with pleasure when I have to travel for work (but where … Continue reading →

mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Dreamscapes: The Stars Go Out

In the dream, we know something is wrong when I notice the constellations have all disappeared. All that remains in the night sky is the deep black of space, and a few sets of stars — in triplets and doubles, … Continue reading →

centre of the universe: Away to me

In this dream I was running. The grass was the colour of deeply polished jade, and the sun had warmed the sidewalk enough that my bare feet were warm. I could smell the trees in leaf, the clover in the … Continue reading →

centre of the universe: I’ll Dream of You Tonight

In this place of dreams dreamt, I danced on a verdant green lawn with a hound and a herder. They were Sam and Buster, and Sam was the colour of dirty snow sprinkled liberally with cinnamon, his long ears folded … Continue reading →