It’s been nearly a year since I moved from Sebright, Ontario to Victoria, British Columbia. Many have asked me why I chose to move and invariably my answer is, “For love.” Three years ago, on our first date, Brian told me his intention was to move...
Morning begins somewhere between the dream and the cup, the wide-coloured sky of unnameable blue and impossible clouds. These and the clear definition of tree and branch and houses echoed in the cool flat of the water. I don’t know the names of all the morning...
I took it “out on the dance floor” last night. All of it – the feelings of helplessness, rage, terror, and joy, too. Joy in community, in my body’s ability to move so many parts in pleasure and discomfort, in the sweet cold outside air and in the blasts of heat from...
Steady rain silvers the green river. The parched earth opens like a lover. A text I received a couple of weeks ago was to my worry like this rain is to the land. We worry that food will become scarce, that terror will keep us in lockdown, that we will burn in our...
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