BINDING

I could flatten my chest, bruise my already broken ribcage, to mimic a man. I could put on clothes that wear me, an XL t-shirt with a 2XL hoodie, for a chance of androgyny. I could pretend for the day,  people see me the way I see myself- undefinable.  Because I know they won’t look…

grim reaper

i reside in the cemetery of our love haunted by the reminiscences of you and i refusing to rot away with time when our love died, i became a phantom of who i was this did not phase me for the night is full of ghosts-people searching for love with dead hearts

ge’ nnu’-gluli

eskasoni where the fir trees are plentiful where my family was from where i was taught my language and traditions    residential schools where the nightmares are plentiful where my scars are from where i was stripped of everything i held dear   we were all happy to go at first excited to go someplace…

Justice

Why do I need to forgive?  They tell me, “it’s the right thing to do,”  that others like me have forgiven.   As if they were ever offered another option. I’m supposed to find comfort knowing my experience is shared. But I find no ease knowing that others have suffered like me, everything going to shit…

a solar eclipse

he tasted like sunshine, as if I’ve been kissed by the morning sun he shines in my thoughts everyday   she was my moon, dancing among the stars carelessly, breathlessly very atom in my body gravitates towards her    we loved unapologetically colour erupting the atmosphere The absolute lightest darkness   dawn is on the…

An Open Letter to Him

I don’t know if what I felt for you could ever be called ‘Love’. I don’t think I ever truly ‘Loved’ you- you were just the space to fill the void I had made for myself.  And it worked for a while.  But, when you left me, claiming that you never ‘Loved’ me, I realized…

Her Love

She tells her love while half asleep, within the dark hours of the night, with soft words murmured gently: “You are my only delight”  

My Darling

This Love cannot be described- there is no spoken language for such adoration of a single person and want to be with them. Such contradictions of kisses, hugs, and longing stares. The Love of the hopeless romantics, the lonely hearts of millions have awakened to claim their love. The stars have aligned again, and what…

Where Have All The Children Gone?

Where have all the children gone? The creaking silence of longing echoes through the streets. It sounds like the old, wooden floors under dainty feet of all the children running around. Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in their hair and swinging from the branches of their favourite trees. Their laughs used to flood the…

The Ultimate Guide to Babysitting (A Monologue)

Ms Wood, please don’t freak out but I think I ran into a problem while you were gone. You know your baby, Dot? Of course, you do, it’s your baby. Well, I may have…. Okay, before I tell you, let me paint you a picture. Me and Dot on the couch, watching some good old…