the sky is full of Alberta
that stalwart cloak of green
that DEW line shielding the eastern provinces from the
aerial assault of off-gassed methane
igniting in one long curving line and taking with it our
hopes for a safe and happy summer
as the sweetgrass dreams of grassy inland oceans
are buried by the silty ruins of the last great extinction
Canadian
privilege
is
being
able
to
reflect
on
North
American
culture
as
if
you’re
English
(2023)
I wrote this on a day when market forces want me to say “Happy Mothers Day.” Being a contrary such and such, let me be the first to wish you a Happy Choosing-not-to-be-a-mother-if-motherhood-wasn’t-what-I-wanted Day. If you need to mother someone, it helps if you start with yourself.
pierced by sunlight
the bars reflected
on a panelled wall
such glory!
(2023)
I went
the dark was absolute
I did not eat
not one seed
my mouth was empty
that is not my throne
pacing, waiting
she is there still
yes, the sun sets very late this
time of year
yes, I spoke to her yesterday
and she was happy
enough
what more does a woman want?
(2022)
O
God lady
Don’t you
Every get
Dizzy
Going round
and around us
Why not
just stop
(2020)
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