This somewhat ekphrastic poem emerged after looking at a photograph of an art installation of work by Nathan E. Carson at The Power Plant art gallery in Toronto.
Blue Day
Mother Tongue
Technically, I am unilingual, but I carry other languages with me...
Clear Space
Looking up at trees helps me distinguish between walls and boundaries...
Dyscalculia
The only way to know you're different is to live among other people for long enough...
Shrapnel
Sometimes, we don't tell the truth...but we don't lie, either. It's complicated...
Revenant
A short poem reflecting on the nature of memory, loss, and loving ghosts...
Again
I'm settling into the reality that life is a series of resets. This poem's kind of about that...
Swing Bridge
We tend to think of bridges as connectors, but in this poem, the bridge is about loss.
Lock & Key
The story of a tall, young, Mediterranean man with long dark eyelashes who disarms me with his denim voice...
Pandemic Project #432
Old recipes recently struck me with an unexpected nostalgia and loss. Here's that story...
Carbon
If you could plan your final day on Earth, what would you do? I would...
Duty
This Remembrance Day poem is about courage, sort of...
