It was a summer houseThough we only realised itWhen winter came The children slept upstairsIn the only roomsWarm enough to bear In the morningsThe toilet waterWould be frozen solid We went through 8 or 10Cords of wood that winterBurning everything Except the wooden frameThat stood between usAnd the woods outside We made our bed togetherIn …
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How I am honouring this Thanksgiving
Every year as I honour Thanksgiving, I’m mindful of the complicated history that accompanies it – and in particular the legacy of pain for indigenous folks in America. I find myself sitting square in the middle of this contradiction. I want to hold space for this holiday’s tangled past – and it seems to me, …
Rosebud
Yes, I see you thereBack arched withLuxurious graceYour thick and feralTail swaying likeA hypnotist’s trick Leading the eyeExactly to whereYou want it:That perfect littlePink puckeringA delicate terminus I envy your shining furYour effortless athleticismAnd your all-seeing eyesBut most of allThat parading bottomOn proud display I hold my milk-stainedChild in my armsAnd think the sacrificeWas worth …