Ghosts

Is it possible for a dead person Who is alive, To be a ghost? Because sometimes I see you, Dark haired and laughing near a train, And you vanish into a stranger Going Northbound. Daddy is that you? Sitting on my bed And tipping over paint cans And opening closed doors, And leaving me coins... Continue Reading →

Grab a Bowl

I visited my hometown yesterday: My hands became cold as I climbed off the bus. This place never gave me any comfort, just anxiety.  l/r

Weaknesses 

I don't remember the last time I cried in someone's lap,Or revealed a phobia in need of release. I'm not the type to get too close, Too friendly, too involved or too in love.I like my companions near but in the distance like a boat on the horizon. The irony is having a weakness about the inability to... Continue Reading →

Bye 

There are songs I stopped listening to, And people I stopped caring about. Names that no longer comfort my tongue or weaken my knees. Faces that are now cold and unfamiliar. Chords that do nothing to my skin or to my heart. Notes that don't go together and probably never did. Instruments used- like sirens... Continue Reading →

Happiness

My smile and yours; the upturned corners of a mouth I know so well.The colour of the sky when the night before was long, Never-ending, memorable, and  perfect. When the phone rings and it's my mom. The smell of my house: poignant and piercing,It welcomes me home. Meaningful words from poets I feel like I knew. Happiness. 

Man

There is always a man Who speaks to himself On our subway ride To Osgoode Or Wilson. He'll arise from his seat To address an invisible reflection Of himself That dangles in the air. While passengers sit and stare, Avoiding eye contact with This "strange" man I sit in neutrality because I was taught of... Continue Reading →

Starving: A Poem from Porridge: A Memoir

Starving My grandma reminded me that I’ve gained weight As a way of expressing her admiration. You see, in her country the more you weigh The lighter your disposition— The less it seems that you are burdened with Worry, Or heartache. I wasn’t hurt by her words, And I took them lovingly with a squeeze... Continue Reading →

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