Apr 8, 2021EmptiesWhat a pity to be only free when intoxicated whichever the vice it may be bad company stiff drinks shedding skin remembering later the things you said with knots in your stomach not out of embarrassment for being too transparent but for not knowing how to get there again on your own like the other empties hanging around without smiles in their eyes too high you hold yourself above the rest and all we want to see are your flaws and your conflictsWriting1 min readWriting1 min read
Apr 7, 2021Peace or PleasurePeace or pleasure or neither I like that you don’t know you’re a dream boat a dream to me His shirt reads “happiness is a man and his boat” soon to be mine past down for safe keeping to sleep in and dream in I guess that’s all it takes — real simplicity You me and the sea You pulled us through still water and into the bay Creatures of the deep grabbing at our feet only as real as nightmares I like to think you’ll continueWriting1 min readWriting1 min read
Apr 7, 2021FatefulI argued with myself like all children do when searching for what truths we’d like to delve deeper into. It didn’t feel like disappointment or rage, but more like acceptance with tinges of fear on its tail. I was looking for protection in the wrong places — as much as I didn’t want to believe it, for I grew up with prayers and hand upon my shoulder. It was hard to swallow — maybe there wasn’t a grand plan afterall.Writing1 min readWriting1 min read
Apr 7, 2021Spring forwardSpring forward Our stove remains in the past I wasn’t angry when the sound of bright keys woke me from my dreaming I left nothing important There’s chirping of birdies in the white blossoms along Bidwell St. They’ve all taken to flower before the end of March I dreaded to look at the time We stayed still for the hour that we lostWriting1 min readWriting1 min read
Apr 7, 2021No Place Like HomeI haven’t had these growing pains since I was a kid And although I’ve learned to keep better track of my feet click my heels together I’ll still be lost for there’s something I’ve forgotten to remember that I left behindPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Jan 4, 2021New year, same game.We have made it to the beginning of a new year, after a year that never started the way we’ve grown used to. No fireworks, just quiet, snow, and the pangs of aging already aching in my gut. I dreamt we had the luxury of choice, of deciding if and…Writing3 min readWriting3 min read
Oct 31, 2020Halloween Sca2020 thought dumpHalloween Scaries Each day you can spare a couple of words and make some room for all the rest Why does it feel better on a piece of paper the act of scribbling Mom used to draw while she talked on the phone a mess of words and numbers and…Writing2 min readWriting2 min read
Aug 19, 2020Missing ContactFlesh what a thing to miss without its contact the warmth of your cheek against mine Hands in hands instead of an unnatural elbow to elbow A foot to foot A bow would be more elegant Meet and greets will never be the same again but our neighbours are more…Writing3 min readWriting3 min read
Aug 12, 2020I thought things might go southI thought things might go south but they didn’t and I wouldn’t have been prepared if they had gone another way To stay inside each day I would hate not being able to see you An unplanned reunion already fallen through I’m finding it hard to make sense of what…Writing2 min readWriting2 min read
Aug 11, 2020I’d like to wear my olive skinI’d like to wear the summer on my skin year long toasted and creamy I miss it when it’s gone My back is now so freckled and dark spots are forming around where the sun kisses the top of my lips from overhead It makes me weary of the colour …Writing2 min readWriting2 min read
