What do you worry about? All the things I worry about are quantities...
Quantity
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...
Traces
Five random musings inspired by this quotation from Renato Rosaldo: "The material of poetry is not so much the event as the traces it leaves.”
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...
Dyscalculia
The only way to know you're different is to live among other people for long enough...
