Do you remember giggling? Do you remember your heart soaring? Do you remember your first crush?
to share their dreams of him.
in the classroom
makes her heart race
If he says, hi
Her heart dances
It flies out her mouth
spins around three-times in mid-air
until it lands back in her throat to rest in her chest
her lips against her palm
she practices kissing him
arms wrapped around
what others see as a pillow
but what she imagines is his chest
they are alone
enlivens her dreams
for a week
until another boy captures her eye
Wednesday, February 17
Virtual Author Reading
Storytime (short story)
by Leanne Dyck
A Bedtime Story (short story)
by Leanne Dyck
Sunday, February 21
The Parkour Club
by Pam Withers and Arooj Hayat
photo by ldyck
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A friend has dubbed Mayne Island's barely there snowflakes "snowflickers". Wanting this word to catch on, I've been working it
into sentences. Here's one... A couple of days ago, I watched two snowflickers aimlessly sail the air currents. They seemed in no hurry to reach the ground.
On Facebook, I've been enjoying a friend's photos of her Manitoba winter. Tons of snow has an unmistakable beauty when seen without experiencing severe cold.
Comparing and contrasting these two types of snow, I was inspired to write...
One Manitoban snowflake to his millions of cousins, "I'll race you to the ground. Wee-e-e!"
One BC snowflicker to her sister, "Go if you want, but I'm going to hang out here for a while. I've heard it hurts when you hit the ground."
But I guess the joke was on me because look what arrived early Saturday morning.
"Me in the snow" photo by ldyck