Time Dancer

 it feels like a dance
Doesn’t it?
                           like a dance?
There we were-all of us
sitting around the fire,
talking, laughing, drinking wine,
smoking, thinking about life-
each of us- a Universe of our own
all of our worlds suspended
for a while
while we lived in a moment
too fragile to touch
too real to question
you got up- and
to the West
                                 I rose and
to the East
                  Everyone stood and
turned from our
We stepped into shadows
to find the worlds
                               we thought
                               we wanted
we danced
through darkness
                      and moonlight
                                                                     through deserts
                                                                            and sunlight
through cities
              and lamplight
                                                                  through mountains
                                                                             and starlight
across oceans
and fire light
                                                                          through garbage
                                                                            and candle light
every once in a while
                           one or more of us
                  lost interest
                                       in the dance
                                                                                this game
                                                                                wasn’t enough
too many dreams
had died
we stumbled
back to our circle,
fanned the embers
relit the fires
we met in twos and threes
and almost remembered
who we’d been and
where we’d started-
we talked and dreamed and
caught a new idea, a vision-
                                   Then, with our
                                   New Vision, unspoken
                                   we found new strength
                                                                               and fed each other
                                                                               on our bright new
                                                                               as we cried each other’s tears
                                                              over what we’d lost
                                    and we usually agreed
                                    there wasn’t enough – out there
                                    to hold our attention
                                    for long
                                    but then again
                                    we kept on
                                    getting back up on our feet
and danced back
                         into the shadows
perhaps I
stayed away the longest
I danced the farthest
from that light
that always
called us back
                                                                  perhaps I
                                                                  watched my dreams
                                                                  too often
                                                                  go up in smoke
                                                                  too soon-
                                                                  – I
learned to hold on
-maybe much too tight- ly
to each second I
in your company-
-with any one of us
I’d accidentally
learned to recognize-
-in chance meetings
in the strangest places
where and when our
brought us
face to face
with anyone
we thought we
-knew from somewhere-
like the free and easy
celebration of spring
where somebody who knew somebody
let a friend tag along
and I’d barely seen her
when my heart wanted to soar
to leap with joy at the idea
that she was actually
in the same world with me-
but then, some guy I
probably would have liked
came back from somewhere, and
put his arm around her shoulder
and grinned at me as if to say
-look all you want
-she’s mine tonight
and I wondered why I
wanted to
tear his heart out
on the spot
and me, I-
tripped over something
in the dark
and rolled to my knees
in some
strangely lighted fog
I stumbled and called
and whimpered
and screamed
I stood up
and listened
and walked
against the wind
and maybe blinked
once or twice
and found myself
back here
where we
I looked around,
                     there was no one
                I struck a match and
lit a lantern
and sat down and
-You’re the one -I
came closest to-
          -most often
stumbling back home,
in your own trajectory
– you looked a bit like
maybe you
were almost ready
                to join me
and I thought about us all
I remembered every shadow
every light,
every flicker of joy-
every mountain
                            every pit
every dancer
             every sanctuary
                              and I felt
                                            every dancer
                                                       dancing through me
turning and leaping
                                                        stepping and falling
phantoms in a shadow land
                                                       everyone a little sick
of spiraling so far out
Everyone a little closer to knowing
what we’d gone off to learn
                          -That everything we really wanted
                       we’d all had to begin with
              so long ago
with each other
I closed my eyes
and felt a restless tide
swelling through our
empty spaces
washing all the lands
we’d ever visited
I saw the restless thoughts
of every dreaming phantom
falling lifeless as the core
of our existence
refined the hunger
we’d been feeling
I reached for the light-
I felt you- all of you-
all of us dancing
all of us turning
and missing the beat
dropping our hands, disgusted
one by one returning
to the center of our circle
where I guess I’m
the first one back
sitting here with a silly grin
waiting to greet you
with this universe’s greatest laughter
             Welcome Home!
-Where in hell have you been this time?
——— Jim Wellington  -some time between 1983 & 1991-

Monday, 11 August, 2014 – CBC News Healines –

Monday, 11 August, 2014.  -(14°C / 57°F & ‘Mostly Cloudy’ @ 8:45 am where I’m at )-

{ This is Jim here this morning. Doug is having to deal with his boss’ Windows 7 machine, which is experiencing dust clogged system fans and other scarey stuff }

{ Again, these are not links. If you want to read these stories or watch the video -if there is video- go to CBC dot CA/news. —Thanks. ———jim——— }



“Lead Stories”

U.S. begins arming Kurdish forces to battle ISIS in Iraq   { }

Vigil for Missouri teen shot by police ends in looting   { There’s a related story below. }

Ukraine rocket attack on prison allows over 100 to escape   { }

NASCAR’s Tony Stewart hits, kills sprint car driver   { }

Israel-Hamas 3-day ceasefire appears to be holding in Gaza   { }

-New- Foreign-aid charities join forces to challenge Revenue Canada audits, rules   { To tell you the truth, after I fell in love with a Canadian and came up here and jumped through hoops to become a permanent resident and then a dual U.S.-Canadian citizen- the formulae they use to compute taxes look an awful lot to me like they double charge both spouses whether they file separately or together- and reading their formula pages in the income tax booklet is like watching a Monty Python routine. }

-Analysis- ‘We’ve lost enough lives’: Are Americans isolationists or just war-weary?   { ‘Isolationist’ George Washington had a vision near the end of his life and warned everybody in politics at the time to avoid the heck out of getting mixed up in foreign matters. Looks like he had the right idea- }

-Photos- Biggest, brightest supermoon of 2014 rose Sunday   { I took a couple photos of last night’s moon, flash went off on one, and the moon was still so bright it still lit up the sky, on another, after I made sure the flash was off, No matter how steady the camera was, it still came out just a little bit blurry. }




City fire hydrants earn $24 million in parking tickets since 2008   { “Earn”? This is about Toronto, Ontario. There is a photo with this article that shows a fire hydrant 20 feet back from the road, in the middle of a very wide sidewalk, where people parking their cars probably couldn’t see it. Sounds like entrapment to me. & I don’t like the cheeky tone of the article either. Like they’re making fun of anybody who isn’t hyper vigilant enough to comb the area to see the hydrant, heck, & if there are a lot of people on the sidewalk, there is no way the driver would see that. }

Two dozen riders stranded on top of roller-coaster rescued by crane   { I saw this on television news last night- couldn’t tell then how long the passengers would have to wait to be rescued. }



“Most Viewed”

Jihadist Khaled Sharrouf tweets photo of son holding soldier’s severed head   { In another headline in a different section of this page, they identify the Jihadist tweeting the photo as an Australian }

Emma Paulsen, B.C. dog walker, charged in deaths of 6 dogs   {  }

The longest day in Toronto Blue Jays history   { The Blue Jays tied in the 9th inning and played with that 5 – 5 tie until the 19th inning when a Blue Jays batter, who had gone 0 for 7, got a hit and drove in the winning run. Both teams had run out of pitchers,  one reliever pitched 6 innings. }




-Photos- Kids of Canadiens goalie share rare photos from Maurice Richard era   { }

-Analysis- America’s child migrant crisis, a made-in-the-U.S. problem   { U.S. readers: get the link up at the top of the article & follow it to dive into this one. I’m from the ‘states’ and I’m baffled by the intensity of the people arguing against making sure that kids are protected under the law. }

Why Democrats are hammering social issues in U.S. campaigns   { I distinctly remember Ralph Nader running under the Green Party banner in the 2000 (Y2K) election (the first of two that were stolen by the Bush family to put G.W. in the white house-and keep him there fro two terms) with bumper stickers depicting two headed animals- all red, white and blue- donkey head facing left, elephant head facing right. I think Ralph labeled them “Republicrats” & (ex-) Governor Jesse Ventura said in an interview the other night on Coast to Coast am ( <— Link ) that he couldn’t tell the difference between Obama and G. W. Bush as far as what they did while in office, not what they promised to do before they got there. }

‘We did not abandon our son,’ Australia couple says of Down syndrome baby   { }

Silicon Valley North: Vancouver tech surges as U.S. immigration reform idles   { }

Keystone climate impacts could be 4 times higher than estimate, study says   { }

The Fault in Our Stars actors win big at 2014 Teen Choice Awards   { }

Witness to Missouri police shooting speaks   { The witness is a friend of the 18 year old who was fatally shot by a police officer in Ferguson, Missouri }

Frank Maloney, former boxing promoter, having sex change   { I almost left this one out, thinking jeeze, this person deserves privacy- but then I thought about the one person who needs to know that others are struggling with- and coming to terms with- issues like ‘knowing’ you were born into the wrong sex- who just might read this and find some relief. My mother babysat a girl my sister’s age who- as a four year old- used to tell me she remembered when she was a boy. Her date to one of their class reunions was a woman. I was there because my sister’s husband, after coming all the way (250 miles) down to Connecticut to go to the reunion -developed terminal cold feet when the sheer number of people around that area freaked him out. Plus I had a lot of friends in my sister’s class. The girl I used to talk to while coloring in coloring books was wearing something that looked like a cross between a pants suit and a tuxedo. I thought nothing of it until she came over, recognized me and introduced me to her girlfriend. I was thinking, wow, she’s got guts. And I didn’t catch any weird disorders from being near her, didn’t find myself compelled to start thinking about guys as possible dates or love interests or anything- }



“Local” / “New Brunswick”

Super moon boosts tidal bore on Petitcodiac   { A photo shows two guys surfing on the rising tide- }

Const. Doug Larche’s widow thankful for tribute at N.B. marathon.   { I don’t know- do you think it’s disrespectful for the headline writer to shorten “Constable” to “Const.”? -They added a period and saved themselves 3 letters. Other headlines are longer- so it wasn’t a space consideration }



{ There were other articles that have been around since Friday. I did not repeat them. }

{ Wow, Doug does a lot of work to get this done. I was thinking I should let him do the comments when he gets home- There are a lot of things that he seems to be better informed about and more passionate about than I am. ———jim——— }




—Added 2 of —djo—‘s poems from a back issue of the Magazine to the Magazine Archives Page here-

Thursday, 31 July, 2014. -( 26˚C / 79˚F @5:55 pm up here where the people are nice and I never get tired of that…)-

—I don’t know if subscribers get updates when we add something to one of the ‘other’ pages here- and we have a couple new subscribers whose blogs are described as ‘Literary Magazines’. I’m pretty sure they will get this note.

—If I discover that I did get subscription notice that a page was altered I won’t have to bother anybody with notices like this in the future.



Saskatchewan Government Orders SaskPower to remove Smart Meters = Fire Hazard.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014. -(24˚C / 75˚F @ 5:40 pm Where I’m at.)-

((( Sounds like a busy night for Coast to Coast am News Watchers.)))

Scrolling headlines in the ‘Crawl’ on the CBC News Channel here has a couple interesting items. One is the blurb about the Province Of Saskatchwan’s  Government Ordering their power company to end its Smart Meter Programme.  The first couple times I saw the message it said “Sask Power to remove Smart Meters over Fire Hazard”. Somebody changed the Message to read, “Saskatchewan Gov’t Orders SaskPower to End Smart Meter Program”

Another Message of Note: “Excessive drinking of Soda Impairs Teenagers’ Brains”

& ‘Let’s die at least defending our land,’ says Ontario’s First Nations Chief’

‘Gas company sues tiny village for $1.5M – 5 times its annual budget’  ((I have to link this one)) —> Town of 168 People in Quebec <— Because the village passed a by-law establishing a no-drill zone near its potable water sources. (Radio-Canada)

Couple gets threatening letter for flying gay pride flag.

{Also = not direct quotes:

The G20 handling of riots by Toronto Police – Plus the Toronto Police handling of the Mayor Rob Ford Alleged Crack Cocaine smoking Video – led to the Toronto Police Board Not appointing Chief Of Police Bill Blair to a third term.  }


((((( I could not find all of the above stories on my local cbc.ca/news page here. )))))



This is from a Friend on Facebook:

“Steam Injection Fracking Caused Major Alberta Bitumen Leak | The Tyee
Review finds fractures spread like cracks on a frozen lake, resulting in uncontrolled seepage.”
From Linked Page:
A new independent technical review on the cause of a large and costly 2013 bitumen leak in northern Alberta found a form of hydraulic fracturing that injects steam into the ground to be the main culprit.
Should I include the headline, “Devoted octopus mom holds her eggs for 4.5 years”?
-Let’s hope the good stuff (above) isn’t just a weird leak of positive news from a parallel dimension.

Swapping Old Poems

Monday, 28 July, 2014. -( 21˚C / 70˚F @ 11:00 pm in our neck of the woods. )-

I think the following is actually the first poem that I’d written that Doug ever saw. (it was not quite all the way out of the typewriter when Doug stumbled onto it.) (I hardly ever left stuff lying around like that where just any weirdo (( who would have had to been let in, or broken in, or invited – in this case )) could happen to glance the wrong way and realize I wrote poetry now and then. Most of the guys I worked with in those days would have respected the hell out of a porn writer, but would have stepped a couple steps back and wondered how far they were from the nearest door if they know I wasn’t afraid to write poetry.)


       from a bus
                and its many meanings
(armies of idiots smiling
at something they know
but couldn’t understand)
                while many of our good ford’s cars
                string home with
                     how many
                telephone wires for guides
to how many
         finite kitchens
dining rooms and
smiling drunk barbecues and
back yards full of screaming kids and
         “EXIT 4 THREE MILES”
wives who love
         “ONE WAY”
or nag, depending
         “GO RIGHT”
on how long
their marriage has lasted
         “NEXT EXIT 2 MILES”

—————Jim Wellington (1970)


I had typed this on my old electric (suitcase model) portable typewriter. I don’t remember the make or model, but I do remember it was light blue in colour.

Both Doug and I were feeling dumped by our ‘significant others’ (but I had no idea at that time, that he’d been married and forgot something on his way to work, came home to get it and caught his wife ((Now ex-wife)) emptying their house and about to run off “with a van full of crazies from some whacko California Evangelic Christian Commune” with their daughter in tow. Doug, a security guard with a license to carry firearms, was in uniform with the gun on his hip and the crazies took off in a hurry. His wife ran out the back door and across a couple neighbours’ back yards and jumped in the van and left the baby in her car seat on the kitchen table.) So Doug’s suffering was a whole lot deeper and more profound than mine at the time. I hadn’t had a clue.

I also didn’t realize he’d read the piece of paper in the typewriter until a couple days later when he handed me one of his poems (and swore me to secrecy, the company he worked for might not trust a gun toting poet to guard their clients in those days ((1991-ish?)) )