it’s 2014, high june i tour to toronto i am not a rock star i will not become a rock star but i am paid to make poems. i meet up with zooey we started out together as lesser-thans in our creative writing class like mice or bees, the way we moved made our…
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2004: Breach of Manners
it’s 2004 the year i forget when i am due at a studio to judge a poetry contest, ’til the dear friend who set this up phones me, afraid something might have happened apart from what did, my thoughts gone indwelling as my belly swells. this is the great mystery of woman become galaxy spinning…
1999:Lights
the theatre company to my astonishment is making things. less surprising shaking apart tanya breaks up with chris, who leaves a shadow of his positivity and goes to work in fort mac, what men must do. she finds us a new hire who, within four weeks has convinced tanya that i am cheating…
Day 23: Billie, Under the Moon
how do ceremonies work? what magic might be proper, i do not know, except that once, billie asked her aunties for advice about her heartache. billie on the cusp of nineteen, the moon something near full and trailing up into the opening in the sky, velvet shadows cast in heavy island grass. the quiz came from…
Voice and Heart, and Giants Among Us
“These poets who are so arrogant as to learn their own work by heart!” It was pointed at me, in the sort of insider-voice just loud enough to be overheard, but not so bold as to invite direct response. I didn’t need to respond anyhow, i’d said my piece. Out loud. Full voice. The way…
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