Poetry

Parents Shield Us

Parents shield us from the very thing that may exist in their sweet child. ...

________________ MAL CHAUSSÉ

mes ancêtres ont chaussé le sol la terre a parcouru chaque recoin de leur ...

Writing the Waves

I unfold on blank sheets of paper When the sheets of my mind are ...

I Have Cracked

I have cracked And now I attempt to put the pieces back together Recovery ...

Witch

How many horcruxes do I have left? She-whose-name-will-inevitably-be-mispronounced Mischief and no longer a mistress ...

Coming Out After Yoga

I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t articulate it. Yet for every word I couldn’t ...

The Art of Healing and of Being a Healer

We are born ready to heal Life is traumatic from the get-go Birth. Wailing, ...

Of Due Harm

If I cut a hole in my chest, An assertion on penance An exchange ...

speaking p[l]ainly 

today I reckoned  the universe conspired against me  my name it hearkened  I surrendered ...

Chère Gabrielle

Chère Gabrielle Roy, Ce soir, je suis ailleurs, je suis ici. The Beauty of ...

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