Joy is fleeting rarely seen I have no true recollection of it possibly of content it seems overrated like an experience to have not hold not one to be not one that stays I am weary of drifters.   I have come to know and…

Place an order for staples put it on the steering wheel flaps in the blowing A/C adjacent lane, car comes to sudden stop thud and crunch head is whipped forward post-it note unmoved.

I read if I should die aloud Middle of the circle The pain of which I hoped and prayed Would not be universal   Talking little girl and lilies Talking please just let me die Those with happy childhoods Need never apply   And when…

Bustling cities scare me 32 years ago, on Toronto streets There was space Now we walk huddled on the sidewalk As if we know each other or come from the same home You stop and someone crashes into you Caught  between the shades of condos…

We smoked better than chimneys- cheeky urban teenagers roller-coasting our way through life, cussing at life itself Like we had a spare in our dirty closets. This night will not be the death of me   Smoking guns reaping death’s harvest for our father the…

Slowly but surely gradually but impactfully making popcorn and making progress as hour 19 kicks off. And there’s something so beautiful in the fact that we are still here despite everything that has been thrown our way – lack of sleep, lack of veggies, lack…

  Opponent of My Opposition   I’m a walking contradiction filled with inconsistency. How can I expect acceptance when I cannot understand me? As for the unborn right to life, I’ll be a vessel for their voice. What science calls “a clump of cells,” I…

La Cuidad stone, mortar, steel, and glass stalwart and stately, the city beckons scintillating with light and people. the glory of mankind. complex construction, supporting heights unbound, roof-top gardens and fields of windows reflecting clouds, sky, and other buildings looking in upon itself. no difference…

A demon called out to me years ago I felt its nails trace down my back tauntingly my brain shakes now its overresponding to something approaching as I lay awake, I feel my health starting to unravel but I ignore it with the slightest tug…

All I know about joy is that it comes in the morning I’ve felt overwhelmed with happiness as soon as night surrendered to day All I can say about joy is that it comes after mourning I’ve always experienced it this way I choose joy…