sadness
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Toronto Harbour Front, 5AM
There are low flying birds this morning, but it might not rain. I didn’t cry yesterday, but I woke up at three in the morning knowing I wanted to. There are low flying birds by the water, their sorrowful bellies nearly skimming the waves. I didn’t cry yesterday, and I might not today, but there’s… Continue reading
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An Open Letter To The Broken-Hearted
Open your eyes. You’ve survived the night. Take a deep breath and remember their name. Picture their face. Picture exactly the space it carves into each room it enters. Check your phone. Let it go. Lie in bed and stare at the wall. Fine the spot on the blanket that still smells of them. Inhale… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.