A gust of Wind that stokes a candle and giggles as it falls; It watches with pride as all that it dried burns alongside the aged walls. It dances around the blazing structure with the grace of a whale in the deep, And escapes through the window, with the flames, it creeps, it creeps, it … Continue reading The Waltz of the Wind →

I know you don't believe me,But I promise,It's not a choice.The heart knows what it wants,Its loyal messenger; my voice.I've told you more than one time,And I don't know why you still pretend,When one throws a rock at a mountainthey will surely never make it bend.I gift to you my truest form,what you do is … Continue reading It’s Not A Choice →

Today I argued with a dog, Twas an unusual exchange. He sat and stared at my widened eye as my tone began to change. He gave but not a small response as I confessed to him my woes, He simply sat and took the form of anything I chose. Innocent as he lay, the pooch … Continue reading Today I Argued With a Dog →

They ask me if I’m pretty and I don’t know what to do… Pretty flowers come from stems that fought challenge as they grew. My pretty is the little leaves that mark where I once was, Pretty isn’t what a flower is, it’s what a flower does. It opens to the morning sun and welcomes … Continue reading Pretty →

When busses pass where once were stops And empty sit the lining shops, When skies are still blue, And the trees, still green, But nothing is messy, nor dirty, nor clean And birds sing a key lower as the ocean hum rumbles, And acorns quicken as they tumble. When the sailboat mass leans, And the … Continue reading Nothing is as it Seems →

Written as an end-of-term project for the Summer Academy at The School of the New York Times, 2021. There will undoubtedly be culture shocks when moving across the world. For many Canadians, perhaps it would be the lack of the distinct, accented ‘O’ in our favourite word; “Sorry,” and most Americans may be startled (or … Continue reading The True North; Brazilian Immigrant Recounts her Story of a ‘Strong’ and “Free” Immigration Process →

She’s is cautious But she’s not in danger She’s on edge But can you blame her? She has the outlook Of a hunter-chaser She is a threat Many intend to erase her Those surrounding Try to embrace her But despite their efforts They cannot trace her Some that long to know her Fail to face … Continue reading Can you blame her? →

A love letter to my home. Oh, great mountain, why do you stare? Are you reading my secrets? Perhaps judging my hair? For a mountain so grand aren’t I something bland? Such a powerful giant, so wise and free, why must you insist on staring at me? Surely there are more exciting things to see. … Continue reading On a Great Raven’s Wings →

From the May/June edition of the West Vancouver Beacon Newspaper             This past year, the entire globe has suddenly been tasked with the challenge of appreciating the simplest aspects of life. Thanks to the consistent dedication of our community health and safety officials, we have the privilege of knowing that in spite of COVID-19, local … Continue reading An Engine-Red Spotlight on WVFR Deputy Fire Chief, Gord Howard →

A requiem to standards that simply must shatter. Why do you assume that I fear me? Why do you shudder as I run my hand across the lines on my legs that appeared so I may stand taller than I used to be? Why would I fear those lines? They made me. Why have you … Continue reading Why Must I Fear Me? →