Day 2: sun, belatedly

So, having decided to do 30 in 30, i was immediately sidetracked by the sun.  Day 2: Vancouver Sun we are the improbable light of the future. would my father see us that way? his grand daughters on the path ahead of me, hazel and blonde we’ve been here ten days and no rain every…

Day One: What i Look Like in the Morning

Happy National Poetry Month. Here’s a poem: What I Look Like In the Morning gold for gold, sea and sky muscle across coal harbour view i look, like a muzzy-eyed heiress: nobody died for this?