The Nature of Depression: A Poem

it sneaks in like the morning fog softens boundaries and blurs vision the sun tries in vain to pierce its vapour instead light refracts in an unending cycle illuminating the enormity of empty space walk in the mist it varies intensity like a spring rain storm sometimes a gentle mist damp but not drenched until... Continue Reading →

A Close Reading of Jordan Abel’s Injun

***If you are not familiar with Jordan's work, I cannot recommend him enough.*** The first portion of Injun is comprised of 509 instances of the slur occurring in the master source text Abel created. He used the "find" function on his word processor after copying and pasting 91 open-sourced old western manuscripts into one large... Continue Reading →

Wind

a gentle breeze morphs into a tempest where trees once danced and bowed before a dormant power they dig their roots in deeper anchored—they sway drunk on the wind's power, unable to stand upright a lonely boat rests in the harbour at the complete mercy of a wild master. Wind shows up when and how... Continue Reading →

What do you call a writer that doesn’t write?

For the last few months I've barely been able to catch up on life duties. We've all been there. Work, volunteer commitments, friendships and relationships new, old and budding. All of those events eat away our time. As finite beings, bound by the 24 hour clock, we can easily lose days, weeks, months, and sometimes... Continue Reading →

To the Missing Island Youths

A poetic response to the five young people (that I know of) that have gone missing in the last month on Vancouver Island.

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