Category Archives: street people

Ignorance

There are times when what I don’t know bothers me: my lack of experience, and naivety. All I can do is knit scarves for the homeless, give to the foodbank … make others aware … write about what I imagine … Continue reading

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Street senryu

The kaleidoscope of activity on the streets of any city are a perpetual wonder and puzzlement. People cut in and out of traffic, jay-walk (guilty as charged). They sleep in bus-shelters, doorways, under bridges, on vents. They take chances … … Continue reading

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Homeless Haiku

November and the days are drawing in, it’s getting colder, and the homeless are watching for hot-air grates, dryer vents, to keep them warm. Shelters are filling up and all I can do is give to the local Food Bank … Continue reading

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Starlight

Not everyone can buy gifts or look forward to a family gathering. Some people will be cold and hungry through the dark time of the year. But sharing a smile, a touch, a coffee, a greeting, small gestures can warm … Continue reading

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Day and Night

Thanksgiving comes up in ten days and I’ve been thinking about those who are homeless and hungry while I have so much. There’s so little I can do: give to the local Foodbank, knit scarves … A A DAY AND … Continue reading

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Looking for Wilson Tom

Sometimes I hear of people but never meet them, never shake their hand or talk to them. Their name comes up in conversation but their face remains unknown. And then they disappear from conversation, completely. I suppose this happens to … Continue reading

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Not Known to Me

The other day I passed a man sitting, leaning against a garbage can, his dog wrapped in a blanket at his feet. I ask myself what I could have done? What could I do now? I know nothing of how … Continue reading

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