I swear this is not what it looks like!

8 September 2017
a collection of quiet thoughts

For as long as I can remember, I have not screamed.

25 August 2017
Il Pleut:

“Five dollars please.”

Queen Street

It was all terribly grim and modern.

De Profundis

filthy air pushes into eyes and ears

Instructions for a Ritual of Healing

(To be read instructionally, as if from a book.)


I’m treasure hunting.


a looming paternal voice holds grudgingly on my earlobe

Soiled Queues

migrate from this tightening hole.

Everything is Haunting

I collected the fragments of stories she shared, the interrupted monologues, the almost silent memories and pieced them together.

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