poetry. photography. storytelling.
blackened sky,crimson coat,widened eyes.vancity, love. i’m leftstanding on granville street,Vancouver. traffic blocked. waiting. gulping down,potentials,that you willarrive soon. sipping humid air,chilling tension,two bags packed.no return. i amleft exposed, tender, raw.my brothers ashi brought to sea here, now i’m awarewhat’s to come.unknowinghow to feel. i breathe calm. you are here. you get out of the car, opening the trunk, suitcases in... Continue Reading →
i am pulled.to where, i dont know. but i go, into the cold, into the night, alone. i am miles from home reached first by car, but now i am on foot. it is winter in Alberta prairies. the white snow is muted grey, with outline of trees against black skies. i am not properly dressed, i feel burning in my finger... Continue Reading →
I’m not sure what led me there, But I was being led,I was happy to follow. (Today was the day I felt ready to face my newly found fear of stillness.) I brought myself to a treasured nook of mine in the city. A hidden look out point, accessible by foot, home to some of my... Continue Reading →
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