Anita Dotts

Joined January 2026

14 stories

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The author of Retribution. When she’s not writing, Anita enjoys crafting stories for her grandchildren and exploring her love of poetry. She spends her free time kayaking, swimming, and golfing in Harrison Hot Springs, BC.

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River House
My darling, I built our dreams with steadfast wood and brick We had in our minds’ eye. Furnished in gleaming wood, each room
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets
Sitting Portrait
Happenchance the lightening and circumstances perfect. What to capture first? Vibrance of a life well lived. Dark streaming hair and snapping brown eyes.
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets
Summer Trip
Piling into the over warm car because it was going to the river. Not a babbling brook or a lazy meandering stream But a rushing frothing, racing waterway.
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets
Elusive Escape (Gleneden)
That summer long past, the dragon flies hummed near my earlobe exposed. As my sister hung precariously from the green apple trees,
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets
Summer Past Time
Along the river bend the waters runs shallow a flick of my fly rod lands in ripples under shade of an overhanging tree limb.
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets
Solitude
After the new fallen snow no footprints mar the perfection of a field of white or tree laden branches that bend bearing the weight.
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets
Winter Comes
Popular and birch falls rich leaving knee deepened burnt orange languishing on the ground. First frost heavy. In past puddles muddy brown
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets
Missed Catch
Chores done, escaped the slog strapping my rod and tickle tackle on the banana seat of my bike. Free and speeding spewing gravel
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets
Rituals
The lawn of the Estate rolled in green for what seemed miles, falling off to the edge where the cliff crashed into the surf.
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets
Just fishing
As a young boy the streams and rivers drew him. Even the smallest trickle, the rush of grabbing his rod and tackle leaving the farm
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets
Redemption
I always thought The house would stay standing. Its walls and roof intact. No retraced steps to the door No baggage left behind.
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets
Farewell Francoise
Camping in early spring Is for the hardy or foolish? The quest for the dolly we came for that. Our canvas tent and picnic meals
By Anita Dotts2 months ago in Poets

Anita Dotts

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River House

Sitting Portrait

Summer Trip

Elusive Escape (Gleneden)

Summer Past Time

Solitude

Winter Comes

Missed Catch

Rituals

Just fishing

Redemption

Farewell Francoise

Stories (14)