I wrote these two poems a few years after my dad died, remembering the visit we took to Nova Scotia for his funeral. I’ve just rediscovered them today.

Shady Acres

drive along the windy coast
and you’ll come to logan road
the empty church marks its start
where the parishioners hold ritual on sundays
it’s muddy in the rain
past the cottages and . . . → Read More: Shady Acres

I wrote this one in 2008 when thinking about how I often absorb others’ grief or problems and have trouble letting go and just feeling when something bad happens to me. I’d like to think that in the two years since writing this that I’ve become more open to allowing myself to feel.

My feet hurt from . . . → Read More: Random Poem: Wish

Going through my old blog. I wrote this in December 2008 after a break up. I think I might share some more weird poetry with y’all so stay tuned for sap.

cut off at the knees
the axe came down
blood must have sprayed my eyes
because i can no longer see
what used to exist
before it wrecked the view

tied up . . . → Read More: Random Poem