soften

I am sitting here next to a floor-to-ceiling window and the sun is inching closer to my flesh. I recoil in horror. ‘What if I am not worthy of this warmth?’ my limbs worry. The last five years of transformation and loss, grief and constant running course through this blood, animate each cell. I soften… Read More

if there is nothing more to it

If there is nothing more to it to life than this the sweep of bright light across beige walls a strawberry plant reaching yearning towards the teeming life outside the silence of the radio shutting itself off pause let yourself breathe you are a congregation of cells beating and breathing in unison through time and… Read More

150

150 cells. 150 can be big, it can be small. 150 rain drops are but a little splash in a much bigger sea of hope. 150 cancerous cells can do a great deal of damage. And each year that passes, each parade and fireworks-laden celebration in honour of this apoptosis of reason and justice is… Read More

Loose Ends

If you are the sort of woman who often finds herself at loose ends, take heart. Loose ends are the frayed edges of textiles, working their way out of the tense alignment of warp and weft. Loose ends are the rebellious refusal to be orderly or complete. Loose ends are a cheekier way to say… Read More

sing.

Granddaughter. We’ve been watching you. Watching over you. And we felt the heaviness in your bones. Sinew. We laid out moss for you to sleep on, carried berries to your bedside. Whispered to you and caressed your hair while you slept. I know you felt so alone. But our love for you, it burns so… Read More