i can feel the changes coming as the pressure builds inside my chest, deep in my soul. i rage against the inevitable, a racing writhing that leaves me confused and frantic, desperate to escape. misery grows as i acquiesce. walking in footsteps not my own causes pain and damage, strips me bare, leaves me angry. resentment builds. i can’t identify the source. corporeal needs frustrate. … Continue reading solitary
it was only a joke to lighten the moment, a thought i shared to break the tension that backfired into a passion i was unprepared to deal with, leading to a risk i didn’t want to take. Continue reading risk
“it is a source of some amazement and amusement to me
that despite our incredible complexity
and obscene levels of self-absorption…” Continue reading simplicity
“the neighbourhood girls who live across the street,
under five, both of them,
tromp through the early morning rain with enthusiasm…” Continue reading fall mornings in the suburbs
From Famine to Feast. 