women
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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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Do Clothes Make The Woman?
My late thirties for me have in some ways felt like a second run of teenagehood. When you’re a teenager you’re technically a young adult but you’re yet to be taken seriously and so you easily skirt the lines with social identity and responsibility. It’s similar, approaching middle age. People still see me as young… Continue reading
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Women On Bikes
There’s something so wonderful about women on bikes, I can hardly describe it but I’ll try, and something particularly captivating about middle-aged women on bicycles, grown women with long grey hair and full, wise bodies and a bike basket, riding in cotton skirts, simple, smiling at nothing and everything. I saw several such perfect women… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.