The Old Apple Tree

  In the school yard, the packed, worn, colourless dirt.  Dust rising from our freedom, ribbons of long grass tangling our ankles, crawling in under the old apple tree. Roots our universe, the branches bent-heavy. Circumference of fallen fruit, alive with the humming of bees. How, for that singular moment, there is nothing else. That…

What Remains of Light

(This poem first appeared in Jones Av. magazine, issue IX/3, OEL Press, 2004) February And I’m walking home. Layers of darkness And what remains of light Shade the sky. Weight of the sled, My small son slumping over into sleep Lighted rooms lining the street, Vacant-white and full of air Or gold-warm and close. Spaces…

Uneven

The shadow of the tree turns upon the stone, Measuring my day for me. It’s all about time when you are here for An elusive resurrection. The day wanes, The wind lifting unnoticed feathers Tousling hair, and Sending the campfire into my eyes. In the forest, A trembling of delicate tendrils. The branches rise and…

Not Another Love Poem

In a surreal landscape, The sky leaps – scraping its backbone against our goodbye. Soft white striations mar the canvas, The evening is as red-as-burnt-flesh, Far and high, A deep amethyst.   The sand is not my only impediment, And when we rest, Our bodies deliberate driftwood, The white dog blurs, chasing his own momentum,…

A Transient Landscape

shaped by swells and surge and storm six thousand years of broken land banked along the ancient moraine. miles of safety and soft, articulated sand the satisfying weight of stone-in-hand swans gliding in over the twisted tamarack nestling in after long flight an endless, rippled blue, a dragonfly briefly alight (it was like this, that…

Bestow

The fabric walls seem to hold in the light As I listen to my mother Reading the children Into sleep. The practiced inflection of her voice, Her tone rising and falling and Drawing them into the pages. The symmetry of flame at my feet. The love we try to Ring round our children. Circle of…

South River Falls

Tell me we’ll be there, together, one day. Two kilometers of comfortable silence, the trail creased by crooked roots, a delicate melody of birdsong. A moment of completion; the bare earth meeting our passage. Rhythm of our footsteps becoming a heart beneath our feet. The light so green it is this living thing that enters…

Writer/Editor

Poetry, fiction, interviews, articles, research, ghost, copy/editorial, advertorial/brand storytelling…  I’m capable and aim to deliver content that exceeds expectations. My work has appeared in Pie Digest, (articles and proofreader for The Design Issue and The Culinary Issue), Pie Face Kids and Canadian Woman Studies, (one of Canada’s foremost feminist literary journals), the original Pie Magazine,  Freefall, Jones Av.,…