A reflective poem contemplating the passage of time for seasonal changes in nature and in the body. Where men build, there is no place where feelings are safe — for everything once erected, inevitably contains the certainty of loss, depending on who is wielding the gaze. There are few crevices…

My neighbour is an old lady, a one of her kind species who spews as she sows. She sows seeds of division to confuse your bearings. She spits words of flames to spite, and weaves webs to spin you around, and around. Now, I love a good story if it…

Affect Who turns feelings on like a kitchen tap and not gush with the current? Only a fool would expect them not to overfill when you throttle the spurt. It is in those sublime moments… see, where puddles o’er feel in the garden sink, Spring is draining fast into the…

I started an entry last week, ‘How do you heal from a broken friendship?’ but I didn’t finish it because I couldn’t bear to… write that you don’t. So, why does it hurt so bad? I’d like to think it is because we choose to love every time. I recently…

I can’t remember the last time I got a physical injury. A wound so long, and ragged or, a gash so poetically drawn that viewed in its entirety, mimics art —the deep dark crimson flames of the Pacific Rim of Fire. Fat globules of maroon coagulate like black molten lava…

The trees spoke to me. The ancestors spoke to me. They said settler folks have no claim to the land. None whatsoever.

It is another one of those kinds of mornings. Tears streaming down her face. Her heart is breaking into a million pieces in all directions. She can’t remember a heartbreak that bore a chasmic well, and yet, she remembers it so much detail. This was a gaping karmic wound that…

There are so many songs… but this one by Mike and the Mechanics (1989) speaks to me right now. I heard this song again on my birthday last month and the ‘feels’ just hit me so hard in the heart, like a ton of iron bricks. I cried. My parents…