I come home from a busy day, Not at all the worst, Not the best. I open the door of my little room, To be met by someone I detest. Dirty, and heavy and cracking the floor, My boulder looks me dead in the eye. He waves to me, with a knowing look As I … Continue reading My Boulder →

Tomorrow is a day I’ve waited for with years of plenty. Since I was closer to my birth Than to that of ten or twenty. I sit and ponder a maple tree, And just beyond: the sea. The seas and trees have been steadfast friends As rocks moved under me. Tomorrow is a day that … Continue reading Me, and the Sea, and the Maple Tree →

From the archives (Summer 2022) There’s a place That is special In the middle of the sea, This place was once mine Or I thought it to be. A place where grand antlers Pointed up to a sky That smiled at me, With a sunny wink of an eye. Where I’d build all of nothing, … Continue reading A Place That Is Special →

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 →

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 →