Thoughts
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Beauty Is Fleeting
I had a lovely beauty mark on the knuckle of my right hand. My whole life I secretly admired it, along with a soft brown spot along the base of my palm. I imagined that if a palm reader were reading my palm they would point these two spots out as my sun and moon,… Continue reading
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The Joy of Fewer (And Fewer) Friends
You may take me hereafter for a cynic, but my favourite thing about a friend is when they go away. I’m so tired, so tired of sitting in coffee shops and asking about your day, your boss, your kid, your mom, your wife. You took a trip, you were promoted, or fired, you’re on a… Continue reading
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Writers Block VS Pregnancy Brain
It’s a rainy day, but lately even the sunny ones feel grey. I am grey. I am seven months pregnant and struggling to hold focus. I want to sleep all the time. I have no appetite and yet a duty to eat. The food is tasteless. I drink endless glasses of water and my skin… Continue reading
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Leonard Cohen was a poet who also made music…
…Not a musician who also wrote poetry. The Art Gallery of Ontario put on an exhibit earlier this year featuring the life and works of Leonard Cohen. There was a 20 minute documentary projected in loops on a wall with clippings of Cohen’s famous interviews and more personal footage. The walls and tables were lined… Continue reading
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Ontario, 6PM
If we’re not saying how cold it is we’re talking about how the ferns hung by the front stoop have exhausted their conversation with the sun and hang their chins to their chest in sleep. In November we’ll bring them in to hang side by side where they will wonder until April if they had… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.