New Adventures I moved to a new place recently, in the same city, but now, I am a minute’s walk from the ocean. Emily Carr’s home sits a block away and down on the corner of my street is the edge of an old, Victoria era graveyard. I am surrounded by houses full of high …
Embracing Vulnerability: A Motivational Poem
Vulnerability One of the most debilitating emotions anyone can ever experience. It feels mortifying to walk into a room and because of looks, experience or lack thereof, dress, voice or anything else to do with your personal identity, you feel less than. You want to run, hide and never walk into that room again. But …
Sidewalks and Roads and How We Walk
Follow the Road and Who Knows Where is Goes My favourite quotes in life usually involve streets, crossroads, some sort of long straight or winding road. My favourite songs often involve roads literally or figuratively to, The Highwayman by Loreena McKennit (also a poem), Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas, Carry on by .fun, …
Hello, Friend, Farewell: A Poem for the Solace of Nature
Hello, friends! Unlike with the Doors of Moria, when the Fellowship in the The Lord of the Rings seek to enter the mines, there is no secret pass code for finding peace, happiness, love, any of those things. However, I find all those emotions exist at once, in your grasp, if you step out your …
Poem: Every Person a Ripple Of Whisper and Worry
Have you ever felt the gossip in your head, at the table behind or the glare of the mirror as you hurry by? As you go into the long weekend and as September hectic schedules start up after the long, laze of summer, don’t forget we’re all alike. We all worry, we all wonder. Am …
Poem: Listen to the Walls Where Stories Talk
Listen to the Walls Where Stories Talk Sunlight whispers in eaves, hugged by leaves. Wrapped in green. Skylarks whistle to their Juliets. Who walk with eyes turned high, upon the blue sky. In this place, stars echo and stay in cotton shapes on blue paint. They swirl down the wave of tree top hands. Sunlight …
Gears of Wind: Lyric Poem to Soothe the Spirit
Whisper and listen. Trill and creak, let the lyric poem soar with the skylark… The bird creaks from the cherry trees. In a birch bark chirp. The ocean groans with the turn of the moon, tides in and out. Fall and rise. Until soaking to the skies where wings whisper upon the wind reaching higher than …
When the World Echoes
When the world echoes in one ear
out the other runs a voice
in a flapper dress.
You have no choice to put on a show. Offs
any notion of peace.
And when they say, just carry on, the voice
runs a marathon of laughter.
It says in a whisper haunting each step,
You’re an ant on a boot which walks the Milky Way.
Remember that when you think you’re okay.
You try to scream for the red stop light.
But voice careens into your mind,
metallic bits of self. Scatter, clatter, fall.
Bounce once. Bounce twice.
And they say, just carry on.
We don’t see any blood.
So you carry on, because the blood’s in your head.
Always there, dripping.
but outside you aren’t slipping.
It stays in your cave.
Stalactites and stalagmites in mind.
Waiting to spear you thrice the next time
you fail at life.
When the world echoes in one ear
out the other runs a voice
in a flapper dress.
Your legs are not yet chopped. Don’t be weak.
Says the voice. The lights are up, the music started.
Just carry on.
Just carry on shouting to silence.
You’re only an echo.
Splatter: A Poem
I painted the door nicked, splattered and haphazard.
I opened the chaos, found a room made of black shapes.
I tripped on a shadow stretched across the floor, beamed
with yellow still trickling, out the rectangular frame behind.
I found a torch and searched the room. Watched, as shapes
danced in pair with shadows on the walls. In the door of this house.
Starlight Through Glass Jars
Listen in silence within creases of dust,
dance on fingers of light
dreams through open windows.
Sing in songs between the hours
tocked by two brass hands
and a numbered face.
Watch in shadows under the sky
thrown across quilted blankets
starlight through glass jars.