There’s so much talk about normal – the “new” normal after my parents deaths, the “new” normal post pandemic. People have asked me before “why can’t you just be normal?” The truth is I don’t know what “normal” is and I don’t think I want…

My New Normal- Acrostic Poem With a simple turn of phrase, we can marginalize anyone today. Let’s take “normal” and define it here- in acrostic style and with  a little cheer. Nurturing our neighbours and friends Ordinary and everyday places and things. Random acts of…

Krypto the super-hound has a new cape Her soaring freedom flag replaced by a recovery shirt curiosity and prey drive dulled in medicated half-life lulling the body into restorative sleep. I miss my perky girl and our forrest play, grateful this is only temporary, unlike…

mask wash hands shelter in place mask eyes only miss your face hands palms up miss holding yours sheltered feel lonely miss your presence

Michellia Wilson Poetry Marathon Hour 7 (2021)   GO WHERE THE WORDS TAKE YOU if you see them dangling – grab them, pull them to safety; if you see them laying on the floor, fragile, broken, gently pick up the pieces; if they slice your…

Ruminations on Breath   Breath is a shoe lined with moleskin holding my foot in its soft hand. Breath carries liquid crystals to my blood filling my head with full spectrum light. Breath wants to be a fighting beta from the pet store with more…

It has always belonged to you Birthright, privilege, call it what you will We are born into this world with something to claim It echoes in the dark when one calls out your name So often we are tamed, trained to ignore the draw Distracted…

Being married in a small town is normal. Being a married lesbian in a small town is like having three heads. Having children to raise and watch grow is normal. Having children as a lesbian couple is frowned upon and discouraged. The loving parents who…

  Home at Sundown (inspired by my painting, HOME AT SUNDOWN)   I travel along familiar country roads gravel clattering against my car, my compass set for home.   I slowly drive the laneway towards barns and house the sky glowing with rich jewel tones…

“We brought them all back.” All the memories and falsities They returned with the meeting of our lips Souring the sweetness of your eyes And bittering the promise with truth. The warm lips turned to fish And the supple turned to smarmy. Your kiss returned…