Outside the mall at 9:30
February 24, 2017
There’s a girl beside me
In the bus shelter outside the mall.
She has pink hair and muddied
Hiking boots and she’s gently biting at her nails. … More Outside the mall at 9:30
Tag: peace
Subtly braless and listening to Sufjan Stevens
February 21, 2017
And stretching in the sun of her childhood, she decided that everything was going to be okay. The picture of a misty park in New Zealand that her penpal had sent her was on her mind, and she thought about how she was sitting there with the whole upper-floor palace of the large-windowed building on … More Subtly braless and listening to Sufjan Stevens
Bright Christmas
December 26, 2016
Christmas spread a bright, peaceful blanket all across the city. The bouncy snow and fluffy pines rang with joyful silence that seemed to wash all things heavy from the city. I hope everyone felt this blissful presence. I’m finding it hard to write of Christmas because it seemed to arrive so abruptly. I was simply … More Bright Christmas
The triumph of our mothers
September 26, 2016
She sat, like Patience On a monument Smiling at grief. Shakespeare- Twelfth Night Let us not forget the generations of strength upon which we stand.
Tattoos of the Prairie and the Sea
September 11, 2016
Some people have tattoos on their thighs. I have speckled bruises, a constellation of hope. The spots spread out as barley barley fields across light blue prairies- Graceland. These tattoos, they peek out beneath soft pockets of denim and speak of the rolling hills. Or of city streets and the wait at the train station … More Tattoos of the Prairie and the Sea
A Train Ticket at 12 Degrees
August 29, 2016
Through the long, cool fingers of the wind, I passed a crisp train ticket. The winds were changing, dancing across my undone jacket and up my sleeves. A hint of pine, an exhibit of possibilities, and a cluster of dampened leaves, and an exhibit of possibilities hit my nose. A brick street at dusk, lit … More A Train Ticket at 12 Degrees
Sometimes I Wish They’d Change Their Minds
August 10, 2016
That dandelions are ‘weeds’…
That grass must be trimmed. That some colours or shapes of hands and hearts are better than others. … More Sometimes I Wish They’d Change Their Minds
The Luddist’s Weapon
June 17, 2016
The Luddist fights bright screens with a vertical dance. The Luddist discovers a Brave New World of technicolor rocks spread across a wall like fresh butter on rye. Silently, he marks his pilgrimage with chalkprints of calcium carbonate and fresh shoe rubber. Ascending the sharp cookie-cutter column, the Luddist approaches heaven, and glances down to … More The Luddist’s Weapon
HermitCrab 