Dear Torri, No one ever forced you in a cage. You did so willingly. You did so, thinking you were different. You did so, thinking your love was special. You did so thinking you were. You created these stories, and started to believe them. You…

Hello, it’s me again, I think of you often There are signs everywhere of the love that you left and the tokens of affection. Lives were touched even those who can’t remember Those you have helped or just crossed your path The church pews were…

Her Words   Her words are music I’m ought to hear, Though she is near yet not from here. Cast a word now from beneath the ground. Something she says, remain out loud.   Her depth drowns my own spell, As she slowly breaks a…

Hour 1 For Vicki Kelly, Anishinaabe/Metis scholar and my dear teacher and friend: Vicki she sat across the table from me in silence until her mouth opened from the centre of the centre to release words I only dreamed to hear: Go back to the…

It’s been a long time A decade at least We failed our friendship Again I think about you, wonder But always cautiously Never willing to reach out Never able to forgive Our path together was always divergent Always caught up in egos and prejudices I…

  It feels like yesterday we spent so much time together. The laughter was easy and filled entire afternoon. I am not sure why you left or where you went. You just seemed to disappear slowly and then, were gone. Without you, I am surrounded…

In a world where humans don’t see humans like themselves. They don’t see men who bleed and breathe the same. They don’t understand systemic chains of oppression They just know their life. Their struggle. They think Their stories could be similar but they don’t see…

He is a lovely jailor who loves me in cage of his arm, making me warm. His kiss is a miss that’s why I am piss. my god knows how my cleavage survive without his bite, while I miss that lovely ride craving to be…

Dear Luis, We didn’t know how serious it was. And it sure was sudden. I wish we knew how serious it was. The way your head swelled up and swallowed you whole. I don’t think your family ever appreciated you. I don’t know if anyone…

Dear N, To this day I don’t know what you think of me at all. We met under life-altering circumstances, for me at least. We didn’t start this dance until about a few months later. It lasts around a year, maybe less, I’ve lost count….