I seek silence, the stillness of water, objects in rows and the day I’m caught up.

My heart is dwelling between the fullness of my hips.

Pain arrived, urgent, deep in bone.

Strident is my soul Siamese twin of tamed curls

The hardest thing I’ve had to do is consider abandoning you.

Someday, I wish to tell you about my days and my dreams. Of my nights and my nightmares.

I am wanton pain

You who walk beneath Father Sun on a cloudless day,

Seven shades of blue reflect the pale white moon.

I can’t hold the weight of the screeching cryptic shadows in my deflated amygdala anymore.

Tracy’s basement & want of sex

when I smell cigarettes I see her

Wetaskawin Hobbema Maskwacis Meadow Lake LC Parking Lot

Narrowness a squeeeze

A rapture of comedy and tragedy wrapped around long legs carrying emotions that create their own sound.

Oh the joy! A mountain, we climb