Category Archives: Poetry

Ingrained & Intertwined

i. the first time you feel ugly, your head barely reaches over the sink of your childhood bathroom. your mother is brushing your hair, one fistful clenched in a cold steel grip, the other hand tearing away at your tangles … Continue reading

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The Old Ways of Nature and Our Wonders

Shelter is the only option in the face of a hurricane Even then we are not ten feet tall and are so limited One crazy concept is we can pity a dolphin for being seabound An unfurnished room is a … Continue reading

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Inverted

            6s hang in the door                                     —Bon Iver I call each thrush by true name, I’ve given As Caym, first brother to break ranks, blood Oaths over loaves goes this graceful predator Slaying in the name of self- preservation, serious vanity … Continue reading

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After Marge Piercy’s Season of Skinny Candles

The glow goes out — a signal of common Only in that cloister where I grew up You could walk the wide streets flicker of candlelight in each window On all other nights — the blue flicker that owns our … Continue reading

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Accessible Poetry Metaphor

Some people like to dress their newborns up in cute clothes pink frilly dresses blue sports team shirts funky silkscreened onesies fuzzy footsie pajamas with cute animal prints maybe a lion or an elephant or a penguin I prefer the … Continue reading

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This Kind of Ghost

Tyler and Kristin went into the hospital and three new lives came out. Two ghosts were left in the postpartum suite, then eventually went home too. The ghosts were invisible to Tyler and Kristin at first, drifting through the pack-n-play … Continue reading

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Three Sisters

On my occasional visits back home, I would make a point of surprising my sisters and my mother by waiting for them in their favourite café. Since this was a regular happening, we would joke about the surprise that wasn’t, … Continue reading

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