And your home is wonderful,  really, it is.  I would know; I spent my whole childhood trying not to break it, only to tremble on

The morning’s frost is the same colour as dry spit from an over practiced kiss we pretend means something about love instead of loneliness, and

“Did you notice? I wore a white t-shirt for you?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Leaving me to expound upon the significance of virgin snow

My mother is putting one foot before the other, is being her sister’s keeper. Across the river, I bring a pineapple loaf to the pot

Noticing a pause where the wind should have continued, I responded, “I can do both, I can love him, and work too.” Her thin smile

I was wrong you can un love; unpick a seam. That which you yearn for no longer exists I myself, unpicked it. The cut and

What more               than idle hands  that make good on promises professed                by

The cylinder on the tea cart holds Arbutus beach glass some say sea glass and that is, perhaps, more fitting broken glass made beautiful surviving

The house cost a dollar in ’76. That was the lottery fee. You’d lost out on two or three before this one turned up: a

I cannot dissemble my broken heart and let the pieces become the sticks used to make a bonfire to keep you warm. I am so

You said we were fine. Meaning we were okay. Meaning nothing had failed. And I nodded, because nodding is how agreements begin to ossify. Caring

when i say get on your knees her legs fall away, without question there’s no power between us only want and will, pleasure and need.

Love is not the majesty proclamation we were promised. It is smaller, stranger. It is the way you know which silence I need before I

for kate I didn’t plan a prophecy when I first saw you. Just wanted the whole world to feel your warmth. I spent years folding

Welcome to the world my little one. With your first breath, life has begun. Your anticipated arrival was slightly delayed, But God knew best and