Talk to me about the letter H
Here is unshaped breath. Can I rename this sleeping air? This sound is an ocean, older than voice. It still hisses from unsophisticated throats. You mistake my interest in phonetics.…
Slow download over a weak open WiFi connection
Curtain flicker: your eyes, no—my eyes, nighttime windows: women walking half-naked back-lit big screen TV, what am I watching? No one made a Netflix special of your smile, I blink…
Premonitions arrive at my house, with and without invitations
The flyers that are delivered despite the "No Junk Mail" sticker on my mailbox are an omen. If there's a truth that everyone should know, it's sold at Canadian Tire,…
Love is such an amorphous word
You must be a ghost because some days ghosts are the only thing worth loving. I mean—young ghost, I don't love you. I mean—I don't know how to splinter love…
Can you define me by what I am not?
Is it absurd to wonder whether galaxies mourn the death of their stars? I assign breath to entities with no lungs; I expect the by-product of body chemicals to exist…
Poem for a day when I cannot write
Respect that the words don't know how to flow today, love. They congeal and coagulate. You can't be part of them. Viscosity is a bitch and so is insolubility. Put…
Too much becomes too much and where does it settle?
Where could we drive with sleep permeating the back seat? Driving was the point and not the point. Here is where the eagles circled above the waste management centre. Did…
What fades to background?
Among the things I no longer see in my house is the ghost of a ladybug that haunts my uncertain geranium. The geranium's uncertainty is, in part, due to the…
Types of magic that only exist after 10 PM on moonless Saturdays in November
An unshareable autumn night: you + I walked along sodium-lit sidewalks. Stars tucked themselves in squirrels nests but didn't know how to hide. You laughed, pressed a wafer cookie onto…
Write a household poem
This poem has its own house, a hundred closets where the mismatched towels go, one cupboard where the dishes rattle and chip because a train loses its track about 50…