Some people judge others by their standards, but most people don’t rate that low.

Some people judge others by their standards, but most people don’t rate that low.

I wish I had the courage to live my life without a parachute.

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The colour of my words
Is an ever-changing hue.
It shows what I am thinking
In the things I say and do.
Bright and cheery colours
Of Yellow and of Gold,
Mean my spirit’s lifting
My stories will be bold.
But when the colours deepen
To Purple and to Red,
Then my story changes
The tales may conjure dread.
Blues and greens are colours
That suggest a kinder tale.
I pray I’ll do an awesome job
Of which you could avail!
Black’s a colour on it’s own
A Darkness it implies.
Should I write a missive
When on evil it relies?
Join with me I pray thee,
And wander through my words.
Enjoy the rainbow I employ
With all those nouns and verbs.
Life will always find a way to live.

Speak with conviction and they will listen.


By Jim Read
When a painter struggles to sell his work, with his career waning, he chooses to paint nudes. Jim Read’s THE MOLLYBUSH NUDE grasps at ideas we all ask ourselves: how did life get this way?
Bill Burnon, a sixty-three-year-old landscape painter, and Marion Barkley, a fifty-nine-year-old diner owner are separated by six hundred kilometres of highway. Nevertheless, they are as close as the wind on a spider’s web. Bill and Marion have loved each other passionately since they were seventeen and thirteen, but only in a limited measure: always a summer, a modest stretch of some months, shorter or longer depending on their unfailing ability to irritate the heck out of each other.
When Bill’s gallery manager suggests painting nudes to give his career a much-needed boost, he goes with it. He plans to paint a series of nudes. Deeply, Bill wants to paint Marion, but when he approaches her about the notion, she rebuffs him — her rejection forces him to find another model.
Turmoil and jealousy haunt their love when Bill selects Libby for his paintings. She’s younger. She’s mysterious. She’s troubled. A friendship develops between Bill and Libby as Bill wrestles with his new artistic endeavour.
What happens next, nobody in Mollybush could’ve expected.
I have known this man for almost 60 years and there is one truth I have always accepted: he tells a good story!
His book will be available November 27 at:
Chapters.indigo.ca
Amazon.ca
Amazon.com
Amazon.co.uk
Amazon.com.au
Other countries may have it as well.
You can read a selection of Jim’s archived published short stories by visiting his blog at http://www.jimread.ca.
There is always one who wants to go their own way. But is it the right way?

I am not without some intelligence. There are so many people who are.

The animal world has so much to teach us if only we are willing to listen.


I wish that I could see
A signpost up ahead
“Well done girl you’re winning!”
If only it had said.
Instead I fear the opposite
The signs are very clear
“Caution, Speed Bumps Ahead”
I’m in a new frontier.
“Stop, Proceed Slowly”
My love life does it mean?
I’m really not that kind of girl
It’s not where I have been.
“Wrong Way” “No Exit”
My future perhaps?
“Dead Zone” ahead
There appears to be gaps!
“Wide Turn” ahead
Are you talking about me?
“No Turn Around”
I’m confused now you see!
“Do Not Turn Left”
“Do Not Turn Right”
“Road Work Ahead”
It’s one hell of a fight!
Confusion sets in
As I’m ordered about
Signs are everywhere
Upon my chosen route.
A statement on life
These signs seem to be
We can choose to listen
Or we can choose to be free.
A caveat I must declare
If freedom you embrace
“Caution” up ahead
A hefty fine you’ll face!
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