It’s The Little Things Like a bullet in an old drawer long forgotten Like a criminal who’s grown too tired to run Like a prayer can start out sweet but then go rotten Like a poison thorn dug deep within your thumb It’s the little things that matter It’s the …
I Am Home As the quilt of Alberta comes into view I’m thinking about them and I’m thinking about you And the ways I could change and become someone new While the wings of the plane tilt for landing I already miss it, the sagebrush, the heat The loud …
Deserted This is a list Of every person I watched Walk by my house on Saturday morning I hope next April This list is longer
Left Behind When I was 7 or 8 I would wait in the car Outside the grocery store Or the bank And cry In fear I’d been abandoned Not by mom But by You Because I’d been told You would come Unannounced To take the good Or, when she …
A found poem made from the chapter headings and illustration captions found in the book “The Children’s Joan of Arc”. Jeanne’s voices The peasant maid of Domrémy a baby girl She knelt weeping and prayed garlands of wild flowers The battle “I am only a poor girl” From the …
The birds have no idea What’s been going on Here they are on the Monday Morning of the world Singing I sit in outside in crisp April air Caught between seasons Thaw-freeze breath and Coffee steam rising like incense The birds have no idea When they snap the silence I’ve …
Easter Sunday I lay in bed and watch helpless as A fresh blanket of snow covers Spring’s progress White White White I scan my bedroom for the brightest thing The blood-red breast of a cardinal Perched on the top closet shelf Carved from scrap wood In the ramshackle backyard workshop of …
On Good Friday Reading the gospel Your voice gave out When they laid him in the tomb The finality of it The silence Of flesh forsaken by spirit Tragic as a fallen child The Smell of myrrh The Weeping mother The Hollow wind The Naked sky
Maybe God is Self-Isolating This morning I lay in bed half-awake and try to pray into silence The first words I hear “Maybe God is self-isolating” Maybe It certainly feels that way to me and has For a long while now Long before all of this began If you have never felt the lightning bolt …
This poem was written using only excerpts from the headlines and descriptions of the videos presented to me by the Facebook Watch algorithm on April 7, 2020. Watch Looking to unwind tonight? Stay home Still in pyjamas Here’s a new video My 80’s inspired ode to social distancing Dogs running in slow motion It’s pretty …