Colour of Outdoors by Mandy Ford

  • Breaking Bread.

    The sunlight tangoed across the dusty dashboard. Her fingers tapped to the tune of “Crazy,” by Patsy Cline. “No one sings it quite like you Patsy,” she said aloud to no one in particular. Her window was down, the dirty… more ›

  • There Were No Edges.

    No one could find the edge of her heart – truth is, there were no edges. The love she had for everyone and everything was infinite.. and it was reciprocated. I don’t know of anyone who wasn’t in awe of her – just… more ›

  • In Loving Memory.

    Today was my pop’s birthday, he died in 2011. I still miss him everyday, and it’s especially hard when I’m home for the holidays. Today my Dad and I went for a boil-up at Black Hill Pond, I never officially… more ›

  • Conflate

    “Would you mind,” she said, “If I just laid my head right here next to your heart? The glamour in its beat makes me feel safe.” “Darling,” he smiled, “Your demure becomes you, but when it comes to me, just… more ›

  • When I was 20.

    I found this tonight on an older site that I forgot I was apart of. I was silly. I am a distraction. I am what you come to in life, not to love, just to observe…almost like a mirror. You look… more ›

  • On the corner of Death and Disaster

    I caught you eyeing me too many times to count, and all I could do was smile. Looking back now, did you ever think the girl you met at the corner of death and disaster would make you this happy?… more ›

  • Beautiful Lie

    When we start questioning other people’s motives are we not just reacting to our own feelings? People do what they do to bring themselves happiness – be it temporary or long term. They do what they think is best. But… more ›

  • Wide Open Spaces

    I sit quietly in my truck at night, the only soul around for miles. I’m transfixed by the way the moon lights up the snow – it’s as if that was the only job the moon ever had, to make… more ›

  • Open Your Eyes

    The night fell like a black cloak surrounding the bay. The snow glistens on the mountain tops from beneath the glow of the rising moon. A polar bear and her two cubs creep quietly across the barren land, glancing carefully… more ›

  • Remembering Don Murphy

    Remembering Don. It seems like just yesterday I was giving Don a hard time at Strawberry Hill. We were stood outside the resort, our hands full of equipment, and he couldn’t get the hatch to open on the CNA van.… more ›