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
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Lies I tell to Myself
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.
COVID: Stage Two
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
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 