torontowriters
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Toronto In November
Indecisive frost, skies full of shadow, a black-eyed Susan with just one petal left– The tents at Moss Park shiver in unison. On a park bench the breath of an old asian man makes tiny tired clouds–they slip out of his frown, escaping all knowledge of him. We are all found things that prefer to… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.