The teasing of the innocent children felt like barbs that left invisible wounds on the child at the centre. Dark, they called him. He stood stunned and shunned. “Mummy, I need to ask you something” he said to his mother. His mother replied “Yes, tell…

You are a delicious languish that I cannot languish. Although not so sweet and fair I declare: Even the tiniest bit of you I desire.

As a girl, young, bordering on naïve, I had a tree swing. My stepfather climbed the backyard tree to tie the ropes with hands that were accustomed to being fists. Hour upon hour I sat in the swing listening to the ropes creak and the…

All hail Narcissus, Patron of speaking without listening Patron of exhibitionism Patron of mirror kissing lack of humility Look at me! Look at me! Look at the pretty things I’ve made Look at me now, ’cause I’m the prettiest I’m the strongest, smartest, most unique…

Nestled in the vast pine forest of northern Minnesota, my dog and I lay in a small two-man tent. It was the last night of our canoe journey. Slowly, we were awakened, a buzzing sound surrounded us and curiosity made us look outside. Blocking the…

Am I? Am I poetic in my flow? When the bloom of my lips open like a flower and the words that I speak flow like dew dripping from its tip Does it look like poetry? When my motion around you draws a gentle breeze…

I relocated to a new city for work. It was my first day at work, and I was so nervous seeing the list of things to be completed. I was feeling unwell due to the tremendous change in the climatic conditions; I had a high fever and a…

if there were no stars in the sky no moon to light my steps your voice would guide me through long winter nights    

Wanting to wait Whining before wasting Wasbi as we Want to wait Wasted time wildly Willingly talking while Walk away who Wins now we Wonder licking wounds Wanted to wait Weighted down we’re Well now wishing We actually wanted Wasbi

Today I spotted gold leaves among the green on the trees outside my window. Pretty as it is…it reminds me of what is coming. It is called WINTER in Canada. Oh, there may be a short period called FALL that precedes the bitter days ahead…but…