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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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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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Saturday Night Prayer Meetings: Part One
For any of this to make sense I would have to start by saying that us four kids were raised entirely without religion and an absence of spiritual thought altogether. The closest my mother came to speaking on spiritual matters was claiming she saw ghosts in each new home we inhabited (we moved around a… Continue reading
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My Mom Died Last Week
My mom died last week and this week we winterized our back yard. Took all the pots and bird houses and various feeders, shook them empty, stored them under the work bench with a blue tarp tucked tightly around the whole thing. Racoons got into our compost again and there were clementine peels strewn all… Continue reading
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Lost Nights
Your voice called across a lake, a pulsing light. Your hair was caught in the branches of my life. Don’t you know? The moon is the curve of your eye when you glance from the side. Don’t you know? We can never emerge from the circle of fire, so come, do not stay in the… Continue reading
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Population Collapse
I’m curious what everyone thinks of the significant drop in birthrates in all industrialized countries over the last 50 years. I’ve been thinking of this a while, and have noticed a trend among the women in my circle who either don’t ever want to become pregnant/don’t want to have children/want to focus on career/don’t like… 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
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Girls On The Internet
A cop went by on a horse, moving slowly and ceremoniously with nowhere to be. A drifter stood on the corner clapping to music only he could hear that was coming from the sky. “The true north, huh”, Michael whispered to himself, shirking his shoulders to bring his collar up to his lips. He breathed… Continue reading
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You Came Out Of The Night
You came out of the night– I mistook your gunpowder for summer lightning and sank into the glamour of your soul. You were born upwards, like a flame, all in a sudden and I was born a chill running through my mother’s bones. To leave you I had to leave behind the entire world, so Hello… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.