Pylons, The honeybees of a developing city Over flowerbeds and bike racks Making way for city plots and Parking lots, and 40 storeys– Tales tales Which wake us in the Early morning Cracked concrete and reversal beeps. Playgrounds removed And replaced, Children displaced, Our rent rising As old homes fall. Advertisements
Tag Archives: writer
8.13.19
A wife by now Someone’s by now Someone by now A life by now Something by now Somewhere by now. If not now, what now? –notes on existential dread
8.11.19
Two nights ago I looked through a telescope at Saturn, Jupiter and the Moon, And was horrified. My mom laughed on the phone as I Recanted the story. “How small and insignificant we are. I’m an ant to the Universe.” I awake from a bizarre space dream to a girl crying on my doorstep, her…
6.24.19
Early mornings, Late nights, Long days And Short episodes of love.
06.17.19
Full Moon, Full bloom, Today I am one year older.
6.14.19
The birds begin chirping at 4 The sun rises at 5 Though, on a Satutday Our city sleeps until noon. So, the birds go unheard, The sun waits, unnoticed.
06.10.19
Why live in fear, When you can live in faith?
5.26.19
Quiet contemplation Of things unsaid And tender moments. Elation, joy, And pinics with friends. The sun heat of the sun, The chill of the rain, The nibble and bite of the month of May.
5.23.19
How life’s beauty Soars across a spectrum: Silence for some, And song for others. Suddenly, Green and blue share a similar hue– A rainbow of sisters– So lovely.
5.13.19
I found $100 today. That’s the most I’ve ever found. I also saw my brother, Kevin, as the streetcar pulled into St Clair Station. I was thinking about him a stop before the station. I heard he had a daughter. What was she like? She should be four now. They say brothers of brothers have…
