0200 December 1st
where the humanity around me dissolves into bodies and the humanity within me dissolves into mind.
Writer’s Choice
The Therapist Blues
Will my life be analyzed through a feminist lens? It sure as hell would be boring if you approached it biographically.
Captured
Marrying the kindest man you’d ever met still felt like a caging, only this time it was you who turned the key.
Thank You for Calling
These days in every direction I look, the world is falling apart. Fires and floods and extreme temperatures. A global pandemic. Almost 100 million refugees in the world seeking safe haven…
Good Fences
Marja would write the curse, seal it in a film canister, and then, in the guise of being a welcoming neighbour, bury it in the roots of whatever Marja planted in the garden as a gift.
YYZ
As the video conference ended, quiet tears poured down her cheeks. She felt very small as if someone had taken her voice away.
Letter to My Ghost Kingdom
I mourn for the words of nobodies who had vital lessons or exceptional stories to tell, but they died, and their words were never found.
Last Night I Dreamt
The basement flooded and I watched the water fill the house to the rim. My books were ruined and I began to write my own.
Deeply Rooted
I am hugging a tree, grounded with roots descending deep into the earth, blood as sap circulates and nourishes my body.