The Sound it Made

I remember someone told me a story. A story about the St. Mary’s rapids. The rushing water that I grew up with in Sault Ste. Marie. A border town that is divided by canals and the rapids. They swirl and run over rocks and through my dreams. The storyteller spoke of these rapids being a […]

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Don’t Chase My Dreams

My dreams have been of violence.  But on a massive landscape. Empty streets.  Followed by paths of destruction and horror.  What’s odd is the soft smell of smoke in the air and of the taste of copper in my mouth.   But my dreams do not cause these manifestations, to trick my body, into thinking […]

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My Dress is Political

My Dress is Political. It empowers me and inspires others to follow suit. Maybe. My dress doesn’t give you permission to treat me differently. Especially in your businesses and shops. But I will kindly tell you why I wear this dress. I’ve earned my money wearing my dress. And I kept my dress on while […]

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The Loss of Self Care

Different kinds of ways to cope. Trying not to lose all hope. My pen holds my truth and notes. Poems and work and useful quotes. I lost two notebooks. Trying to deal with losing tools of my muse. That harbor my thoughts. My healing. Carrying words that I wrote about them. Carrying not in my […]

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Count Down

Count Down – September 3, 2014 The clock ticks and time talks As this teeny tiny person hears a tingling twinkle The twinkle remembered as a child challenges classmates like a game of chess The teeny tiny person began having marvelous mind mingling moments to themselves Tantalizing thoughts of teeny tiny persons who were similar […]

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Where’s My Lighter?

Don’t you hate it when that happens? Looking for a lighter, to light up some candles and I was at a loss. None were around. And those that were present, were no longer in working order. As the search moved to the bedroom, I scavenged through discarded jeans, in search of a source of controlled […]

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Hostile Keyboards

If we don’t let police into our parade   Is this an opportunity for them to raid?   Our identities and who we are are always contested   Conversion therapy is still being invested   By Canadians who don’t like us and who think that we’re scum   But some folks who are closeted “forget” […]

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