Your voice is sure. I listen.   I’m the one who will never leave you… who would die without you.   I try not to hear your voice drop   “ I love you,” you whisper.   I feel myself starting to become her, Her…

I promise I will give you the moon on a stick if you quit saying Jesus Christ, Fuck’s sake! if your dirty clothes land in the hamper, if you turn off cell phone at meals, if you quit sleeping all day, if you comb your…

Cold, invisible fingers wrap around my bare arms. I try to blink away the inky veil in front of me. I feel a warmth crawl down my leg and onto the rocky ground beneath me.   I try to move as an agonizing scream ushers…

Hour 3 Woman in a Circle (photo by Frank Ching)   Chanced upon the empty chair meant for her. Hesitantly stepped inside the first circle. Then, the next…then, the next…then, the next… through the hashed lines of the inner sphere. Her resting place. Safe and…

I often walk to the forest near my house so I can’t see the rooms of my house that confine me. I’m not smart enough to speak Tree, but I want to learn how the distance is never as great as we think between where…

I cling to mountain rock weary from fruitless migration. Wind tussles my feathers, bids me unwelcome. Ancient oak whispers of wisdom, promises peace. Coquettish waves push and pull, winking an invitation. I release my talons and dive into the open air. I seek guidance in…

Who do we look past, when we scurry about our day. Looking at our phones, or lost in thoughts along the way. Who do we talk to, when running to and from, Do we notice anything in the places we do go? Please and thank…

not Indigenous enough! DONT don’t speak ancestry language don’t have dark hair don’t have the right coloured skin don’t know about culture not Indigenous enough! YOU you white women you shouldn’t wear that you shouldn’t be here you pretendian not Indigenous enough! LISTEN listen for…

The little girl was walking to school She noticed a rock on the ground She picked it up and it made a sound Putting it in her pocket Not fooling around She was walking to school thinking about who she was going to tell about…

Sits in the circle, white with black accessories mysterious girl. *** Thirty-ish, stylish, sitting, as if unconfined — red brick circle walls *** A routine morning — no one, no books, no cellphone, one woman’s respite. ***