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 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...
In the wee hours of this morning, I noticed A heavy snow falling as forecasted. With The whole world feeling immaculate, I got up &Stood in front of my window, just on thisSide of the glass, finding myself lost in the white way All the ugly, dark, dirty, messy as...
