We Live In Unfinished Houses
By John Sangster
Each day we wade into life.
We have plans, of course!
Things we’ll get to,
get back to.
Author Archive
Splitting Shakes
By John Sangster
Each day I pass the barn we built,
twenty-five years back,
my friend and I he the craftsman,
the one who knew, who taught the city boy
Bracelet
By John Sangster
To look at me, you wouldn’t think I was the kind of guy who wears jewelry, but I happen to own a Northwest Coast Indian bracelet. It just goes to show, you never know.
The Eye
By John Sangster
The eye… receives information upside down and in reverse, leaving it to the brain to
unscramble the mess. It’s unsettling since I’m not sure the brain can be
trusted . . .
Words
By John Sangster
Words… once spoken, don’t dissipate, never to be heard from again. Most people
aren’t aware of this. Another thing is that words stick around pretty
close to home. Sure, they might shift about in the breeze, collect up
against the curb (we’re talking sound here, they won’t plug the drain),