Author Archives: Victor

HEART FELT

Grace Paley writes:  “My father had decided to teach me how to grow old. I said O.K. My children didn’t think it was such a great idea. If I knew how, they thought, I might do so too easily. No, no, I said, it’s for later, years from now. And besides, if I get it

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BUTTERFLIES IN MY HEART

  I just saws a monarch butterfly, and it’s not the only one I am likely to see this week. I’ve gone whole summers without seeing a monarch butterfly. This sighting reminded me of a poem inspired by an old friend who has just retired, Grace Paley for a reason I have forgotten at the

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PRESCRIPTION FOR HUMILIATION

A Dispatch from the Pain Room Right now, Tuesday, June  21st, I don’t have a family doctor in general practise assigned to keep track and treat a variety of ailments including polynueropathies, Stage Four Flat Right Foot with a screw loose, an amputation below the left knee, lousy cartilage genetics resulting in severe osteoarthritis, with

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wrong time

wrong time  wrong time says the doctor not time nyet says doctor Jonathan Dr Jon Kabat Zinn from the MIT Mindfulness Meditation Body Scan side one victorenns9 is just another victor to the negative power and a nod to cutting his teeth on German and erasers.             right yes there’s too much information for me

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PAIN EATS MY BRAIN

I forget  all the comfort I brought to you last night when your body turned senseless i forget the other night  all the shudders   blood rushing to my fingers ~really? is all you need to ask this morning overcast, pain taking my hand, me glad compassion is my kind auto-pilot when I cannot hold onto my

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VISUALIZE A POSITIVE OUTCOME

A nod to the Sherbrook Pool, my favourite swimming hole; and a nod to Mick Burrs’s collection Blue Pools Of Paradise by Coteau Press back in the day when there was a Coteau Press and a Mick Burrs. Title from a meme and screen display I often saw in my psychiatrists office. Water Photo not at Sherbrook Pool. by Lynn

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DO ME

SOME NEAR IMPOSSIBLE THING Never been heard or seen before I see it. Awe shucks, almost heard it, but I’m not wearing my hearing aids. Nearly caught a glimpse but I’m not wearing my looking glasses, so lie to me instead. I’ll believe you. Victor Enns May 2022

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LOOK OUT

BEAUTY the extra 5 milligrams with my bread and butter  Allow my eyes to see the beauty of the afternoon Early in June, green leaves are all here latest brightest summer breeze drop seeds from the trees Photosynthesis will go on life will go on, but the extra 5 milligrams Is not enough to take

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I don’t even have that hip anymore

“CLOTHES MAKE THE MAN” Ignore the icky headline and go right to the quote in David Macfarlane’s column in the Literary Review.  What we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow.  Ovid. David Mcfarlane made me laugh in his piece in the Literary Review of Canada I recieved today.  You can find

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A selection from my Archives!

THE LETTER-WRITER “If I am out of my mind, it’s all right with me,” thought Moses Herzog.  Some people thought he was cracked and for a time he himself had doubted that he was all there. But n0w, though he still behaved oddly, he felt confident, cheerful, clairvoyant and strong. He had fallen under a

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