voice

she speaks whisper words in a roaring world all the while wondering why it is she never feels heard

we wake –

the heart thoughts that I have yet to find the words for finally captured by leaves turning from alive to brilliant.

Letting Go.

Every time I run down a hill, I think of my high school cross country coach. The rocky path at Beaver Lake comes into my mind, and I can hear him talking. “Relax on the downhills. Let your stride lengthen. It’s here that you can make up ground. Most people you are running against are…

Magic Happens

the frequency where we shatter a low hum in our ears our subconscious mind ignoring it as it builds louder and louder. We tell ourselves that this frequency here this constant pattern of evenly pitched terror will evaporate if we continue to choose ignorance over bliss but then we shatter. the euphoric revelations begin as…

August 23rd, 2017 

It’s one of those days where I can see (faintly and smudgy against the horizon) where the idea that being a restaurant manager is glamorous comes from. My day starts languidly, rolling out of bed at 9:30am. I lounge in the sunshine on the back deck before jumping in the shower. Tossing around the desire…

A Parallel Shadow

Her feet whisper across the stage marking steps long since learned long since obsolete and still she turns endlessly on the same track her legs strong and sure within the movements of repetition. Her audience gone she dances mindlessly her soul cupped carefully in the hands of the ghost she has become. Without hesitation she…

the weight

it makes you hard you know. all this push and pull of others on your soul on your heart. you build boundaries that lie on different meridians than the ones you would naturally form. you find solace and sorrow mixed equally in bones that you didn’t know you had made aware only by the weight…

she taught me to shift

in the early years of our love affair when I used to roll my eyes & sigh every time she changed that to this or moved there to here. I, stir crazy with desire for the way it was going to be to arrive already ran my eyes over the magic of transformation with disdain….

on the drive home

the taste of salt still in my mouth memory of an oyster scooped unceremoniously standing on the steps between kitchen and chef’s office weight of the day dangling off my shoulders or is that just my purse the noise of service slipping into a haze as I slide out the back door into fresh air…

Her Day Off.

A hundred crackers. More perhaps. Not enough fat, not enough flavour. It would be easy it seems to simply follow a recipe. Two times does not make you an expert. The impending doom descends on the kitchen. Two weeks worth of eating dry, consequently flavourless crackers with various toppings spread on top in attempt to…

Honey

at the bottom of the mug this small splash of sweetness a promise of more to come.

No one else I’d rather be.

Happiness returns as we slip into the comfort of our old self-sure self. It is as if rediscovering our most loved t-shirt our most faithful little black dress our most outrages-only-we-can-pull-it-off-outfit. This certainty comes from somewhere deep inside. There are no words for the feeling. It simply is. It simply is who we are. Without questioning…