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The Thing
There is something between us that is ours. In the morning it is a piece of ice, sticking to itself. It melts inside our bodies during the day and softens utterly as we greet one another as evening fills each room of our house with her violet breath. And when everything is done, and the… 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
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.