Home as kitchen utensil

This poem came from prompt to compare two random things...

I should have lit the candles

If there's one thing I've learned in life and yet never seem to really learn, it's that you should always light the candles...

Lucky Charms

An excerpt from Amanda Gordon's poem, "The Hill We Climb" got mixed in my head with Sarah Everard's murder, which reminded of Ardeth Wood close to home, and then this poem came...

Thread

A poem about my complex relationship with "home"...

Kenny

As a kid, I had a close friend whose family moved away and suddenly one day he was just gone. For some reason, the memory of losing him has always been tied up with this other one...

Frank Mills

When I was a young girl, I had a huge crush on the pianist, Frank Mills...

Brining

I don't get to go to Costa Rica this year, so I revisit it in my mind. Last year's trip was extra-special because I shared it with family...

Bravery

No one runs toward bravery, do they? I think we just put one foot in front of the other and one day someone tells us they think what we've done is brave...

Right-of-Way

A reflection on dividing lines and the roles they do and don't play in childhood.

Blue Day

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.

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...