It is almost easter. We went to the supermarket to buy white eggs for Aya and Rowan to dye, but that sort of food-product convenience is not available in New Zealand. We bought brown eggs, and Shelley made extra-strong Easter-egg dye. It worked surprisingly well, and we made a bunch of beautiful (though slightly darker than usual) Easter eggs. Shelley is aghast that she has been unable to buy all the usual accoutrement of Easter - jelly beans, baskets, candy eggs, and chocolate rabbits. All you can buy is chocolate.
Anyways, to officially kick off the Poetry Slam-Off, I am going to pick one of Jonas Gagnon's poems from his blog (http://fact-fiction.tumblr.com/). It's one I especially like. Read on, dear friends...
After the explosion,
with the flames behind him
still feasting on the ruins,
he found the sky growing
as he hurtled towards it.
The walls that surrounded him,
the roof that kept him grounded
were gone.
he had nothing
but the sky in front of him
and the stars after that
as long as the momentum kept
up.
This poem reminds me, somehow, of all our good friends in our East Van neighborhood and all the good times we had there. So I'd like to send out a big "WE MISS YOU!" to Anna, Ben, and Tikka; Drew, Zoe, Violet, and Hazel; the Gagnons upstairs; Anna and Danny. East Van represent!
take care,
Trent.
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