Are you looking for something to read this summer? This book is not brand new but maybe you haven’t heard of it yet. I learned about, Something Borrowed on the Don’t Keep Your Day Job Podcast. (I highly recommend this…
Today we raked. The fallen maple leaves from last autumn, and the previous year underneath like a slick black shingle. I raked right through a fat earthworm the girth of my baby-finger. Cut it in two with the grill of…
In April, some sadist invents a new holiday called Sibling Day. Friends on Facebook post photographs of their brothers and sisters lined up in rows, Polaroids and black and whites, the old days, affection and attention. My sisters remain silent,…
In grade two, Miss Lennie handed out slips of paper. On each was written a few words. She instructed the class to write a story about the words on the slips of paper. My slip said, “My Teacher”. Of all…
Recently I came across a charming book of poetry by a young writer named Theresa Sopko. Small Talk is her second collection of poetry. The book is quirky, and compelling – titles are often included at the foot of poems, striking…
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I have been spinning my poor-me’s into gold for all the days I can recall. And using that gold to buy everything that I can hold. But there is more to spin each night Rumplestiltskin. I am standing in the…
My lips shall not speak a resolution this year. Instead they will whisper a prayer kiss a hand press it to my cheek. Bereft and longing but I cannot resolve a path – Will not resolve a path. I pick…
I am trapped can’t escape banished to the cellar steps examining my shoes through my tears. Living in this house moving room to room unnoticed singing behind the curtains floating in the bath. I am…
I peel a clementine and contemplate the world. My world. Soft little peel spongy, barely clinging to the fruit gives way easily like a thin chemise. He handed me this orange so perfect and round…
I say yes to this gift on my knees fumbling for words yes yes yes You want me this way, this madly? Then I am yours. And I say yes to this gift I didn’t…
Gnarled old thing with twisted limbs and thick grey bark. I lean on the fence watching as birds fly in disappear into the leaves reappear flustered, flutter off drunkenly. The fruit glows dark and shining like eyes across a room.…
The winter is coming the colour falls from the trees. Soon the boughs will be barren outside the window. The light goes faster, the day is gone before I know it, and the candles want lighting. I carve a pumpkin,…
On the way to writing workshop I pass a book sitting out on a planter as though waiting for someone to take it. People do that these days; instead of keeping things forever as in olden times, they throw things…
How can it be? I strain to see and pluck and pull – futility – and feel the prickly little wire poke through again each week, each hour, growing like a menopausal weed upon my witch’s chin. And then the…
As the car drove onto the gravelled parking area I was suddenly reminded of the Freiderich’s farm, the crunch of the driveway, the slam of car doors. My sister would strap on a velvet hard hat and hop onto a…
I am hopeful. It comes in waves. Hopeful you will discover you love me. My despair keeps crashing battering at the break wall says you won’t. But I am as hopeful as the large…
At the mid-day meal, for the second day in a row, they celebrated the Armistice. Grandma had attempted, and succeeded, in baking a light and fancy Angel Food Cake. The mood in the house was joyful, even if Viola thought…
Yesterday I pondered: Why is gluttony considered a sin? Or, why would God, if there is such a being, care whether I overeate? In other words, is it not God’s will for me to enjoy the edible abundance and bounty…
This moon this changing mood am I waxing am I waning am I full? These empty ovaries twin moons white nodules in the sea of me fireless stony and silent. My mood slithers from orbit like a cracked egg sliding…
I’m fishing in a fathomless pond reeling in six today no seven piscine quicksilver so easily forgotten dragged from depths below I remember. The water tranquil mere ripples across the deep dark green a verdant vast pool of whispers and…
If I were to lose my nouns now as many women do what would become of my poetry? It would blow into nothingness a silent storm waving beyond air-tight windows. But I am blessed. As the hormones rearrange my brain…
I did not love you well enough or deep enough. I held back, disdained. And now regret rains on me for there are no further years to fill with opportunities for sunny affection or daisy days. I cared. I took…
I am weighted down by the beauty of the full-blown bush. Once upon a time I grew a rose but snipped its buds in their rolled and soft perfection. I prefer the unbloomed rose before it opens and begins to…
Because the insides of my ears are wet I put down my chore and heed the Q-Tips’ call. I must swab out my canals while the wax is soft, and dry them so the wind no longer tingles through cooling…
Have you ever had a phase in your life when, in spite of being open to a sexual relationship, your romantic universe just doesn’t collide with the universe of Mr. A&A (Attractive and Available)? I call this, Sexopause. It can…
The long cold silent winter stretches out like a thin blanket on a loveless bed. I trust life is breathing – a barely beating heart in hidden leaves and sunken acorns frigid bulbs. The silence menaces me. No birds no…
I watch the winged drown in the cider trap feel a tinge sorry for their floating bodies no longer flitting annoying gnats helicoptering the tomatoes the pears the compost bucket. I rationalize that their last moments were at least debauched…