The Jew, the Fag n' the Hag. That's us. My husband, my youngest son and myself. I'm being 'semi-facetious' but these words do describe a demographic that we individually fit. We can't completely escape this reductionism because it is a part of what makes up our identities. My husband is Jewish, my son is trans … Continue reading The Jew, the Fag ‘n the Hag
MARCH 2022 This winter we lost our main income, and we were banned from society, our local café, the local cinema, the empty local library, the deserted and always quiet art gallery. My office, which is found two levels underground on the Mount Allison campus (and is so isolated I don’t like to send young … Continue reading Notes from March 2022
Facebook, Instagram, whatnot. It's fun, I suppose. You can keep in touch with friends and family! (or not, and then that's just hurtful) You can keep up with the news! (I am being sarcastic now) And, of course, you can watch endless short videos of meaningless drivel with the occasional cool or funny thing! My … Continue reading Fasting from Muffins and Memes?
JULY 2022 My last child was born here in NB and grew up on long snowy winters and summers of swimming when the tide comes in. His childhood was full of joy and love, but he has had some unexpected challenges along the way. Things have happened to him that never happened to our first … Continue reading Protecting my Child against Bullies
February 2022 I am an excellent worker and a natural servant. And when I say ‘servant’ I mean I don’t mind being subservient. It does not break my spirit. I am comfortable taking orders and getting work done. I am able to work long hours. I never shirk, I never steal, I never lie. I … Continue reading On Work and Workers
Poetry is whatever you want it to be, voice calling, words singing, dreams talking. I don't care if you like it, I never wrote it for you. It's nothing. It's just my voice. It's possible that I only ever wrote for my parents, Critical, frustrated writers. It's all in good fun, hand slapping the sheets … Continue reading It’s Just my Voice
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.
A memory is an old kodachrome slide fading, framed and contained, Only visible with a light source. If I stand by the car at night It quiets, releases heat, ticks rhythmically. I stop to look at the stars in the dark canvas above. I remember doing that with each child after our nights out. Driving … Continue reading Returning Home
She starts to giggle and her head blurs as she leans over in laughter, looking back at the camera, her giggling silently intensifies until tears are streaming from her smiling eyes, crescents of sparkle, flashing green through her long eyelashes.
JANUARY 2022 During the summer of 2020 we were living peacefully within the constraints of the new society, never knowing when it would be possible to visit our son in Halifax, never knowing when borders would be open or closed. The notion of borders was surreal because we live very close to a provincial border … Continue reading COVID: Stage Two