SERINA LEWIS ❏ Celebrate good times, c’mon! Celebration Square! It’s summer and here we gather from all corners of ‘Sauga The lot is full, no
SERINA LEWIS ❏ I hear the
hum of traffic revving engines
screeching brakes starting and stopping I feel the fur brushing my calves
SERINA LEWIS ❏ from the very back of the bus looking down the centre aisle the back of heads taller and shorter raised and lowered
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Have I come here just to look? Will I definitely pick a book? Maybe more than just one or two, Hard to
SERINA LEWIS ❏ It was the beginning of May, and another school year was over. Only, this one was different-we were not coming back to
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Celebrate good times, c’mon! Celebration Square! It’s summer and here we gather from all corners of ‘Sauga The lot is full, no
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Moment to moment | with every breath, | every inhale and exhale, | no longer the same. | A little foetus |
SERINA LEWIS ❏ We planted our garden with a diversity of trees, shrubs, ground cover and grass. It has always been a work in progress,
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Four seasons, Four elements, Four directions, Four aspects of being. 4 the little children, 4 the spirits who live on, 4 the
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Sitting by the campfire and surrounded by an eager audience, with a glass of whiskey cupped in his hands, my dad would
