Photo by Karin Hedetniemi Lately, I’ve been feeling a strong pull, a soul desire. This morning, I lace up the hiking shoes I’ve only ever worn locally, retracing the streets of my neighbourhood in looping solitude. But I set out in a new direction. After...
Photo: Emelissamn / Shutterstock.com Honored to your coast in the month of floods. Wondering if your November is giving or grieving. Yellow cedar and Douglas fir too young and contradictory to be hosting lichen elders and voluptuous mosses. I listen for hope among the...
Photo by Anna Sui The Moonbean café, unyielding and un-air-conditioned sits right at the border of Kensington Market in Toronto, Canada. For as long as I remember, which isn’t too long in the grand schemes of things when the scheme is the scale of Toronto, it’s been...
Photo by Shawn.ccf / Shutterstock.com At the SkyTrain station, you press your back against a gas explosion’s ghost. Roundhouse, City Center, Waterfront. You are from the Shield constellation, I have decided. Of your fingers on your shopping bag and your cervical spine...
a hammock of winter sleep in the armpit of the highway / a log truck raises its voice above the monotone / sound accelerates down the liquid sheet / polyvinyltraffic cones idle in powder’s mouth / a lone pigeon drives the emptiness home Eimear Laffan’s...
Photo by Karin Hedetniemi The front door to my heart is a windswept coastline park, wild around the edges. A rocky shore strewn with slippery kelp, boulders, piles of driftwood. Framed by backward leaning trees. Gusts so fierce at times, you can barely stand upright....
