* Please note this fictional story is still considered by me to be a work in progress.

Monster Soup

Add 5 toe nailes to one cup of boiling mud broth then add 5 rotten smelly fungus plants and 7 cups of pigs blood. Stir it for 15 minutes then let it simmer in your cauldron. You will know it's done when the stench of the soup fills the air. Your fellow monsters will automatically come as the smell travels up towards their caves. As they come towards the cauldron of monster soup give them a bucket and a laddle so that they can feed themselves as you sit back gulping down some of your monster soup watching their facial expressions as they eat their very first huge home made monster meal and enjoy being in the moment with your monster friends. 

An Inaccessible City

An Inaccessible city is like an island - there is no chance to travel anywhere,
It’s like being stuck with a mobility disability on top of a staircase  or escalator at Sunnyside  or Victoria Park Station surrounded by people who do nothing except push and stare.

An inaccessible city is like a city without justice,
That seems scary, unfair, and cruel
Because none of us would have the opportunity to be educated at any of our local schools.

An inaccessible city is isolating, depressing, and stale.
No chance to get out of poverty, to see friends, or go to our doctors appointments.
Instead it would be like living inside a jail.

An inaccessible city isn’t where we want to be,
We want the opportunity to travel safely on time to places
So we could work,  go to our doctors appointments, see family and friends,
In other words we want the opportunity to be free.
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To learn how you can celebrate our right to have safe, affordable, and accessible transportation please click here.

What Love Means To Me...

What love means to me..

It means I am finally OK just to laugh, relax, and be myself.

It means that other people in my life finally accept me just for being me.

What love means to me..

It's the right to educated about myself and about having a relationship with others 

So I know how to stay safe and healthy,

Not feeling hurt, ashamed and ill while hiding behind a tree. 

What love means to me..

It means I can chose whomever I want to believe in,

Thus finally feel that I am actually allowed to finally be free.

I Am Free At Last From My Past!

By Mary Salvani


I am free at last from my past,
As free as I can be,
I run around in the park and yard,
Sniffing every tree. 


I am free at last from my past,
As free as I can be,
I play around with humans and hounds,
Not afraid to be me.


I am free at last from my past,
As free as I can be,
I eat my treats in the kitchen knowing,
The reason I am free...is because I got an owner,
who just happens to love me.

please note this poem is dedicated to my rescued dogs (both current and past)- they taught me (and continue to teach me) about unconditional love. I hope more dogs get adopted so that they can share their love with their new owners.  
Some dog rescue organizations in  Calgary include the Calgary Humane Society and City of Calgary Animal Services- if you want a dog and your from Calgary feel free to check those to websites out! They got lots of dogs ready for adoption.   If you would like to look into adopting a dog from another rescue group/ shelter please search for the group on Google Canada's website.

Creditors...

They lend you credit then take your money,
Sometimes they try to even call you honey,
But when you fail to pay off your debt,
I'll make you one very certain bet,
They'll never leave you or your family alone,
whether you are here on earth or even...
Up in heaven..like a dog looking for his favorite bone.


They are rodents as you can see,
Who got small brains that are the size of a pea.
Your family members are now praying,
That they suddenly smarten up and gain a heart,
so they can start to realize and care,
that you can no longer pay them.
Because you are no longer alive to pay those
stupid farts.

Thank you Lola

Thank you Lola for being there,
From the time my brother and I was an infant,
With such small and tiny hands.
You taught us to love all of God’s children,
By showing a kind, supportive, and caring hand.
Thank you Lola
for teaching us about God,
and his kind, spirited ways.
That is why we chose to obey HIM though our actions,
Each and every day.
Thank you Lola
For my dad,
You taught him to be a kind and caring
Family man,
That his wife and kids can depend on
To lend a loving hand.
Thank you Lola,
For everything you did to help us be all that we can be,
Now it is our turn to help you enter God’s loving arms,
So you finally can be free.








This poem was written in honor and in celebration of my grandma's life. Lola means Grandma in Filipino. She was born on June 4 1917 and died on November 19 2010. She will be forever loved and missed by myself, my family, and our friends.

I Am Free!

At the beginning the clouds were dark and grey,
The sun was not out every day,
I was weak and I was weeping,
Because the things that we were being done to me were extremely demeaning,
Then one day I was forced to fight,
To fight for my freedom,
To fight for my right.
It was not an easy fight to complete,
For kept experiencing the feeling of stress and defeat,
The battle took a while to pursue,
But I knew it was something I must do.
There were lots of ups and downs,
But I decided to smile and push on instead of frown,
Because I learned I wasn't fighting just for me,
I was fighting for everyone who wants to be free.