Saskathewan in the 1930’s… An Interview with my grandfather

This interview was made as a high school project in the 90’s with my late grandfather.  It makes me smile every time I listen to it.  “Mostly we made things… Kids carving a wooden propeller out of a nice wooden plank”  I’m so glad that my history teacher in high school made me do this, I have my grandfather on tape.  Great memories.

Grandfather Kennedy

Typewriter TAG… Another TAG

Typewriter Tag - The Story of Stinkeye Page 1

Typewriter Tag - The Story of Stinkeye Page 1

If you want to add to the story, feel free to.  Littleone and I are waiting

Byterman Typewriter Tags Totally Take That

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Take this wonderful note from my Smith Corona! Well you can’t actually read it, damn worn out typewriter “rrrriiiibbbooon” whatever that is.

Weekly Writers Showdown #3



Let’s do it your way


Let’s commit, give up dreams and breed

Let’s have a mini me to see the end of eternity

Let’s have a love child to hide

All our fears and insecurities

Let’s call it true love


Lets get married

Lets have a child

Lets perpetuate the demise

Of humanity

One lie at a time


Let’s buy a condo

Let’s move away

Still silent in front of shows on tv

The ones we dare not miss

for fear of seeing some reality


Let’s get married and pretend for the world

That we know the future

That we know what’s best

That we will be happier than the rest


–  Julia-lee


Ice Fog


This morning it was -28. Coming down across the bridge the ice fog was taken so high off the river that it obscured the other bank and all its buildings. It’s an eerie circumstance a misty frozen curtain being lit by the rising sun. I am late again, this time because there was no heat in the car. The only way to make the fan run was to pummel and pound the dash. There is nothing that rage can’t fix.   


The tepid sun is as tired as I am and spring is entirely too far away. The future is obscured in icy mornings there is no tomorrow only now, snow has been, is and will remain. It is now that I most envy bears.


– Byterman

Weekly Writers Showdown #2


I want to bask in the sun
when it’s high in the air
feel the heat on my skin
in the day
It’s closed in the snow
the sun holds the heat for itself
fearing the wind
will carry all away
Tepid sun
Tilting earth
I hate you
Come back


 Chocolate Dreams

The Older I get the more childish I become

So ready to cling to mystery in search of reality

So ready to accept myth as my destiny


I was at a wedding last night

Of a woman I didn’t know

She was beautiful

my vision of childhood memory


I remember a story

A magic trick to set your dreams

To the man you desire

All you need is cake from a wedding


So silently I slip a sliver

Of chocolate dreams into my pocket

I drove home thinking of you


Falling asleep a smile graces my lips

The first in weeks

Ready to embrace

 dreams of myth and destiny


Alternate Usernames

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