dailyprompt
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Sheba
Sheba is my sister. She’s older, but we’ve never noticed. We always stayed up late together and laughed until we cried before she moved out. When she left, I saved up all my funny stories and told them to myself until she’d come home one weekend, full of her own funny stories. She is warm… Continue reading
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Walking In April
Crocus and snowdrops are the suckling pigs this spring, coming up fat and hot in the April sun. I watch as a squirrel carries in his mouth the lifeless body of a bird, deflated like a month-old balloon. He didn’t make the kill, that’s obvious—it’s just some poor old sparrow that died his own way… Continue reading
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Singing Infants and The Last Song
I’ve been thinking lately of a connected sequence of things, the first being, that Naima, now two months old, has begun to sing. She shows a strong preference for the following songs: Wild Is The Wind by Nina Simone (but sung by me)The Littlest Birds by The Be Good Tanyas (but sung by me)The Wind… Continue reading
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Growing Old
Gardenia Are the whitest white you’ve ever seen, Except for the hairs escaping my brain To surface slowly on my head Like the last ever flowers Of a dying earth. Continue reading
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Never Come Empty-Handed, and Other Life Lessons
I don’t know where I truly learned it from, although I originally attributed the gracious wisdom to my Persian father and my categorically Mediterranean mother…but having now known them in later life, I don’t think this was their strong suit. Perhaps they picked up flowers once or twice, to impress, but my dad showed up… Continue reading
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Prompted: A Daily Habit That Improves My Quality of Life
When my husband’s alarm goes off at 5:50 am, I place my hand on his heart and pray quietly for him while he snoozes. It’s five minutes of me emitting my love and hopes for him, asking God for protection and favour, and that he might never lose sight of the beauty in the small… Continue reading
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Prompted: My Ideal Home
My ideal home would be a mix of earthen & sustainable materials: wooden beams, a use of old discarded items like used tires for structure and insulation, straw bales, and clay walls mixed and erected by my family. I would like the walls to be smooth and flowing, like the whole home is swaying in… Continue reading
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Love Poem on Baking Parchment
Come over. Is that right? Yes. Go forward. Andre steady-footed. Andre in the forest. The forest in Andre. The light sending shadows through his hair. Andre on a bike trail. My fear of dips and heights sticking to my chest. The pace. Andre’s water bottle. Andre’s particular shoes. Shoes for this and that. “What is… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.