About this blog

In Toronto, there is a nightly news magazine called T.O. Night aimed at the commuter crowd. One of the
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...

I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...

Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...




Thursday, 23 September 2021

If ever...

 To The Lady on the Train,

If ever you have one of those nights when sleep won't come and doubts and self recriminations run around in your head...

If you ever rise in a dark morning too tired to get up and too tired to stay in bed...

If when you swing your feet onto the floor dreading the day ahead yet relieved that the end of night is in sight...

If you are facing a day that seems too big and fraught with too many things that might go wrong...

And if when you look at the past you only see everything that might have been...

If when you look and all that you can see is all that you lack...

I hope that I am there to remind you that you are way more than you give yourself credit for.

I hope that I am there to remind you that there is no day but today.

I hope that I am there to remind you that however things are right now, they will surely change.

I hope that I am there to show you that all that you are, is amazing.

I hope that I am there to witness you take on the day with strength you forgot you had.

I hope that I am there for you.


The Man in the Station

Friday, 17 September 2021

Imagined Morning

 Angel,

I imagine that I am waking up with you beside me.

The room is still dark but I can make out your outline like a distant landscape of hills and valleys; an unpredictable land familiar but with more to discover.

As the first glow of the morning seeps into the room, the light is reflected in your eyes. A slow sleepy smile and the backs of my fingers run along your cheek to below your ear, my fingers losing themselves into the wild tumble of curls.

You sigh and press yourself into the mattress; the landscape rolls and settles into the quiet of a twilight room.

As the sun rises, extinguishing the stars in the sky, she illuminates the constellations freckled on your skin. 

Running my fingers down your spine is to travel through galaxies. The universe wheels as you turn your back to me and press the softness of your round bum against me.

And here we lie close in the soft light. And I will slowly trace the landscape of you. I will fall into your universe and let you guide my travels.

Just me.


Thursday, 16 September 2021

Gravity, Days, and Nights

Without you, we would not have gravity or days or nights. 

Gravity is the earth holding you close.

Then she turns to show you to the heavens,

making the sun, moon and all the stars jealous.

For she holds you.