The Garbage Monologues The treachery of excess trash sends man seeking dumpsters at midnight surreptitiously searching out fields to camouflage the sin of tossed green garbage bags under cover of night. The ordinary man strains tired muscles tearing boxes into acceptable sheets corrugated cardboard neatly tied with string. The ordinary man, worn down by evil smells that lurk inside dark bins resorts to freezing table scraps, foods of dubious origin long past their best before dates, and unsuccessful fridge experiments. He sorts plastics based on symbols printed on the side of tubs and jugs, crushes metal cans. He hoards glass jars and bottles for stacking in blue bins on garbage day. At the end of the day, the ordinary man remains perplexed by the need for green tags on garbage bags and categories of trash unknown in grandpa’s day. He whispers prayers to the patron saint of trashmen asking "Please let nothing remain when the trash trucks have passed."
Well, life has been hectic, to say the least, but certainly not here on the Blog. In addition to reading locally at Page & Turners the last Sunday of each month, I attended a Poetry Slam in Almonte, Ontario, (and participated too!) and next thing I know I am involved in organizing one for Carleton Place! I have been writing some haiku for Byline, CAA Ottawa's newsletter, and right now am working on an article about that very subject, to appear in the next issue. I also entered the National Capital Writing Contest, so all my fingers, toes and my eyes are crossed! Soon, July will be upon us (yes, it is true, the hot weather WILL return, I promise!) and with July will come the National Conference of CAA, right in our backyard, as Ottawa hosts this year's event. Visit the CAA website for the details; it sounds like an awesome event!