poetry
Framing the silence has become my life’s work. Who am I to call myself a poet? All I know is silence speaks a thousand stories, the challenge is knowing which one is true. Don’t look away: poetry isn’t always opaque. Sometimes it says exactly what you didn’t know you were feeling.
i had a dream my teeth fell out
When you dream your teeth are falling out like crumbled almonds what do you do? You write a poem about it and post it on your website.
skvala
This short poem combines sound and myth to imagine a boat at sea experiencing a tempestuous squall.
working cedar/cedar working
A visual poem about the medicine of cedar weaving seeping in, under the fingernails and into the heart.
teflon
A poem about one-sided communication and the pain that no one sticks around to see.
windmills
Song lyrics capturing an epic weekend spent chasing our musical heroes across rural Ontario.
pity
A poem pitying those with science in their eyes instead of the splendour of the unknowable.
did you?
Searching for answers, one poem at a time. did you? is a series of curious questions for the reader to ponder.
a conversation
Listen in on a conversation with a raven, one of the oldest and wisest guardians of secret mysteries and transformation.
