Monthly Archives: February 2015

Evidence

They’re not all gone, you know. They come in flash floods, from across the world with poor infrastructure and the smell of open drains and freeze, instantly in subzero Toronto, me to a moment; they nail my neck to some January … Continue reading

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Admiration

Someone can love your poetry and not love you and this may be confusing, and you want to scream “my poetry is me” And this is true: your words are you. But you are not (just) your writing. -Objectification (is too cruel a word.)

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Gifts

Not being able to remember good things is sometimes a  blessing. – Saying  Goodbye

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Even gentle poems

Even gentle poems cut.

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If hope

If hope is too far out of reach, aim for peace instead.

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When you must end love

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings” – … Continue reading

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Cruelty

It is cruel to tell someone you love them when you don’t. But not always. – Good Intentions

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Craft

Poets and witches like to make something out of nothing. like those extra shadows that lingered past sundown and tickled us at night, and slipped behind our eyes the next day, thinning the skin there. or  the moonbeams caught in pavement cracks, … Continue reading

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Poetry and Privacy

Men say they want threesomes but they hardly ever imagine it’s with me and my pen – (see, that was poetic license. I never write with a pen these days, I use a laptop – much less romantic, much less … Continue reading

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Experiment

He was a stranger. But never forget: that’s the point. It was Christmas that did it, I think – it was everywhere when we first started- and I thought about giving up wine for the legend of good hugs, a rolling … Continue reading

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