Still Born

A multitude of sins, of sorrows, Still Born. What Purpose? My Life. No Purpose. Of Course. I am clean, and full of love. I meant no harm. Glaciers calving, yes. With incremental, exponential effect. A billion eyes following a whale, and her child. Sustain this. Untenable.

First Ever Reading at the Tantramar Literary Social

March 2017 - Reading at Thunder and Lightning Pub in Sackville , NB Home Wife I got strung out Like laundry whipped and tangled By a strong wind I got wrung out twisted and worn Like clothes in an old washer I was wiped out By a stinking kitchen cloth Smelling like mold I wanted … Continue reading First Ever Reading at the Tantramar Literary Social

Metamorphosis – A Mom and a Son and their Transitioning Journey

  JULY 2019 I did love blogging. I liked the way it concentrated my thoughts, how I would plan and quietly pursue a small topic, write, pause, re-read, edit, pause, think, write and wordpress it out into the world.  I was pleased with the writing when I was done, though now I find typos and … Continue reading Metamorphosis – A Mom and a Son and their Transitioning Journey