More apocalypse, less angst
I woke up this morning feeling incredibly lucky and incredibly in love. A little tired from a late-night at the WISE mind you, I’m trying to get this post out before the patina wears thin and the real exhaustion sets in later today. You… Continue Reading “An open love letter.”
Each morning I am waking poetry; you read my body with your hands. Hear the shape of my words tactile, deciding which form I am today. Sonnet, ballad, free verse, ode? Bringing me coffee you climb back into warmth written over a night of… Continue Reading “Morning reading.”
(This was written back in the fall, but I just dug it out now and decided it was worth posting.) I have an old friend staying at the moment; she came last night in a whirlwind and will probably stay for the next few… Continue Reading “Girlfriends.”
I just read a devastating article on the rise in suicides and multiple murders in the US since the onset of the foreclosure crisis. Not that I hadn’t noticed an increase in stories of this nature over the last couple of months, but adjusting… Continue Reading “Owning something or loving someone.”
Well. I’m just glad this one is done with and things stayed essentially the same. It doesn’t make me happy, but it doesn’t make me wretched either to know that most Canadians voted for the center or didn’t vote at all (80% if you… Continue Reading “I know I'm not her mother but I am a human being.”