Grey and cool November

Staring sleeping, feeling bold.

All the right words are worlds of gratitude.

Complaining at the alter of intern cold…

We all search for something.

Except for the frigid and the kind.

And me, I’ve gone all quiet.

Except for No! And ” Never mind!”

The kid is now 14.

I have been married for 1 year.

Large events in a small, quiet life…

Steady as she goes!

I am pleased to announce that the filming for the upcoming short film entitled…… Rule # 2 is happening the week between Christmas and New Years 2025.

Starring: Peter Outerbridge

Director: Chris Dymond

D.P.: Kevin Wong

Written and Produced: Dennis Mantin

Summer ended Saturday, or was it Sunday, November past?

The snow fell from the heavens. A fine mist with no wind cast.

It couldn’t last forever. Like our youths, it never does…

There will be something in the morning. Something always just because.

I’ve been living by rules for too long…

I don’t think I’ve ever been late to anything, and I’ve been hard on those who   are.

Bitches be late all the time for everything: accept that and life gets better!

If you are fortunate

And lucky in life.

You arrive at a point where…

You are just grateful to witness.

To participate.

To be alive.

To experience life.

I have arrived.

If you are fortunate

And lucky in life.

You arrive at a point where…

You are just grateful to witness.

To participate.

To be alive.

To experience life.

I have arrived.

If you are fortunate

And lucky in life.

You arrive at a point where…

You are just grateful to witness.

To participate.

To be alive.

To experience life.

I have arrived.

We were waiting in the hours.

A few more moments, almost home.

All that noise turned to quiet.

Inward awkward outward poem.

This thing we do for money.

Payment statement time spent here.

There was something in the water.

Actors’ spotlights faced their fear.

We were in the cool sweet air.

Darkness late October night.

Waited too long to be fair.

Dreams and sleep would have a fight.

Control was fading faster.

To the bankers at the trough.

Somehow, we drove right past her:

In the shadows getting off.

Mercifully, it all ended.

To the sounds of sad goodbyes.

Like a stiff martini blended.

To the wonders; how’s and why’s…