poet and storyteller
you can say no, when it comes knocking —the world, wearing its damp, grey coat. ugly in places. scowling like a thing that eats loveliness and hope, beauty too. take your feet, your spine and cover your eyes, your heart—do not look. not yet. down the stairs—see the dead spider, the broken crane flies—legs like... Continue Reading →
after the meltdown, a few days later it takes a while to descend a mountain carrying wisdom in your hands. if they tell you otherwise, they are lying, do not believe them—it is heavy the road slippery, treacherous when you are walking for two, holding hands. another thing that they do not tell you when... Continue Reading →
it doesn’t just arrive on your doorstep, delivered in the baby hours of the day fresh by a tired man, truck purring in the road a thing idling away, a life ticking. the sidewalks here are dirty. proof that people live here, and dogs—but they know more, always do. things breathe here, are they alive... Continue Reading →
a question walks into my bedroom: what advice would you give to your daughter about life—about love. i sit with it for a long time.i had other lives, once.i don’t hold much in my hands, now. there are scars. they are old. i do know this. you can tell a lot about a man by... Continue Reading →
may kind things,honest things,soft things, things that know how to cut fleshfrom gristle, truthfrom lie, find their way past me, as they climb up my throaton strong, bare feet. brave,may they fly,fall, crawl, if they must. find the hungerfind the holes. the placewhere everythingsmells like giving up. there, may they be full. enough. one more... Continue Reading →
you watch for it, wait for it,front door open, a hungry viewto the street below, the tree at the bottom of the garden, now full of a pink summer, a whole year has grown, and do you remember when love walked in on soft feet, floor boards creaking in the afternoon light, a second chance,... Continue Reading →
she tells me how she knocks on doors,hungryfor a thing that she cannotname, only knows that it is familiar,has covered her with shame, this fetal need, this hand-me-down painfrom all the women before, and that it never leaves. quietly gnaws its waythrough her, and that a mother is not formedby labour, by spilling blood, by... Continue Reading →
when you are not looking for it, not searching for it under any circumstance, yet still it finds you in all the places where you hide, seeks out all the crackswith patient hands, every scar, fills them up, fallsinto your hands wet with life, clings to your skin,hungry. all the drought that has shaped you,... Continue Reading →
there you are! i have been searching all over for you! where have you been, and why is your heart in pieces on the floor? all the edges sharp and hungry. there is a lazy, late afternoon sun outside, and listen—a little boy is laughing, riding his bicycle in happy circles freedom at last! and... Continue Reading →
