Fiction
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The Ninth Month: A Prayer To My Unborn Baby
In my ninth month of growing you, Naima, I begin the return to myself. Your mother has been walking through dust so that men mistake her for a fallen city. You don’t yet know what a mother is. I am the first god you will have, but only accidentally, and then you’ll have more and… Continue reading
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He Knows Good Fruit
This is an appreciation post for the man who buys me good fruit. I used to believe that a man who knew how to pick out good flowers was rare: squeeze the rose, check for slimy leaves along the stem, nothing dyed blue (or worse: rainbow)…It turns out the real heroes are the men who… Continue reading
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Unlikely Fairytales: The Tale of Two Kings
Once upon a time, in a land faraway, there were two warring nations and two very different kings. The first king was called Eryngos, and his kingdom sat on the edge of the ocean so that every night the tide came in to the houses and cooled the feet of his people. They walked and… Continue reading
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Two Chairs
It was the sort of day in early June that might’ve been late September. There was a man sitting out on his front lawn, on a folding chair, experiencing that curious sensation brought on only by certain weather where we feel ourselves not remembering, but being visited by memory, so captivating is it’s scent and… Continue reading
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Women On Bikes
There’s something so wonderful about women on bikes, I can hardly describe it but I’ll try, and something particularly captivating about middle-aged women on bicycles, grown women with long grey hair and full, wise bodies and a bike basket, riding in cotton skirts, simple, smiling at nothing and everything. I saw several such perfect women… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.