Post Canada Day, feeling pretty happy, relieved that I was born here, considering how brutal life is in so many other countries. We\u2019ve got the basics down, just need to fine tune. Post Olympics, many people go on about how difficult it is for Canadians to be patriotic. I think we’d rather be quietly nationalistic, which is quintessentially Canadian in temperament. We don\u2019t need to wear it on our sleeves or shoot bullets into the air.<\/p>\n
I can’t rhyme to save my life! Actually, I can of course, but it’s just not in me. I don’t rhyme when I write songs either. Below be a sonnet, Heather Haley style, that I wrote for Geist<\/em>‘s Jack Pine Sonnet contest:<\/p>\n Dirty Work<\/strong><\/p>\n I am your golden jackal, shining, grinning. In the morning you put on the jacket, We share bacon, scrambled eggs and signal Ack! Your alarm! Restores smallness, inner priest Post Canada Day, feeling pretty happy, relieved that I was born here, considering how brutal life is in so many other countries. We\u2019ve got the basics down, just need to fine tune. Post Olympics, many people go on about how difficult it is for Canadians to be patriotic. I think we’d rather be quietly nationalistic, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[10,12],"tags":[70,137,149,161,236,290],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/364"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=364"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/364\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=364"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=364"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=364"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI wield the flashlight, forge trails through night
\nblooming jasmine, metropolis serfdom.
\nI machete weed, ale induced panic.<\/p>\n
\nadmit the thrills, hips, heat up our cunning.
\nGet to chopping. Onions, peppers, kindling.
\nStart the fire. Sweep. Brew the java. Rouse.<\/p>\n
\namidst tender yanks. Shrieks! Gentle scuffles.
\nYou entice me with mango juice. Pay day.
\nPoker. New jeans. A rumpus in the hay.<\/p>\n
\nrising, freeing the calves we toiled to corral.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"