The deep freeze and Holy The Firm

We have been in a deep freeze,

here in Montreal,


all over the province,

deep, polar air,

positively Siberian.

As I was walking home,

from work,

last night,

early evening,

wearing my down jacket,


that included,

long johns,

flannel and lambswool,

thermal socks,

the warmest tuque I have,

I thought to myself,


if you weren’t dressed so well,

if you didn’t have enough to eat,

or a warm and comfortable apartment,

to shelter you from the cold.


I think the upcoming months,

of loss,

of transformation,

will be a test of what I am,

made of,

must reach down,


into the strong part,

listen to the steady beat,

of the butch core.


being a particularly cold day,

it goes without saying,

the bookstore was deserted.

I got some time to read,

I read Annie Dillard’s,

Holy The Firm.

Annie Dillard,

is unquestionably,

a great writer,

a master of the distilled,


an observer of nature,

of creatures,

human and other.

She is also a deeply religious, spiritual person.

I didn’t like this book,

I read it,

finished it,

very short.

It is not a novel,

it is a memoir of her time ,

on Puget Sound,


a plane crash,

that leaves everyone safe,

except for a little girl,

who is badly burned.

Ms. Dillard,

remembers observing this little girl,

at a day long cider making,

communal happening.

It is admirable in many ways,

this book,

it’s sparseness,

it’s deepness,

it’s faith,

while questioning.

I can see that some people,

would love it,

find comfort and solace and poetry,

in it’s pages.

Not my thing,

too lyrical,

too religious,


not for me.

I’ve read books,

that ‘talk’ of faith and religion,

that I loved,

all of Anne Lammott’s musings and meanderings,

through faith and being saved,


I laughed and shook my head,

with approval and understanding.

But, Annie Dillard,

was more Broccoli,

for me.

I’m glad I read it,


I’m sure it has imparted some,

knowledge and experience to me,


I didn’t like it.

Maybe I read the wrong one,

I’ll try another,

some time,


any suggestions?

Have a great day girls,

keep warm.

Later girls,


By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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