"We began before words and we will end beyond words."
I'm not good at this, Sudden, silence always softens the blow. But not really. The fact is you don’t deserve my words after you silenced my love and pressed your cheek to my chest and told her to stop the pounding. You’re coward, And I’m sorry if my lighting is not to your standards but... Continue Reading →
There's always powdered milk on the table when I go home, Soup crackers and rye bread for porridge. It isn't my home-- There's always an empty room for visitors to sleep, To stay. But there's never much room for me. I packed my things last night to runaway, I locked the door and threw my... Continue Reading →
I can't sleep or I'll get drunk, On the lucid liquid I sip in my dreams. If I fall too deep I won't wake up Because I'll dream of you, alive and well, My hair is long and my hands are full With dandelions from the garden we planted. If I sleep I'll remember everything... Continue Reading →
I have no fork or spoon to eat you with, Just my heart and my hands To hold you, And call you mine For as long as this meal lasts. But I've starved myself of this food For so long that my body forgets the Ritual, the ediquette And the holy words that come before... Continue Reading →
Smiles If my smiles are painted on, As you say they are, Then wet paint would colour your lips when you kissed me. I will admit, though, That my skin sparkles and shines When your lips touch mine, Like the aura of a fresh coat. - An excerpt from Legacy: After Porridge The sequel to... Continue Reading →
I have a lot of good news: I'll be selling Head in the Sky post cards, starting Friday, here in Toronto-- you can also buy postcards and prints on Society6 if you don't live in Toronto. I've also been selected to peform at an artists' ball where I'll be reading Legacy and a few... Continue Reading →
There's a woman on the subway with a can opener And a fork. She watches me eat rice cakes And our eyes lock at Ossington Station, Then at Keele, Then Royal York. She takes a can of tuna from her purse and opens it. It usually rains in April, but this year it rains in... Continue Reading →
Stop I stopped thinking about your smile, last night. I stopped imagining our relationship passed its expiry date. I’ve learned to remember it as it were and not what it could have been— You with her, me with you, and you with me. I finally let it be what it was and not what it... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 