Poetry

her worries were splattered across her kitchen floor splotches and blobs of hazy colours that...

Her fur coat was warm against the child's skin It wasn't real fur, of course but it was soft...

You came to me once in that apartment on Wardlaw it was a few months after you left, not quite...

It's hard to look without my eyes the crusty lids are sealed shut with tainted memories ...

The dandelion stem is long too long for it to stand so straight but the tall grass props it...

I remember you four years old and in the system a system that tosses kids around like...

I can feel it behind my ears dancing quietly and then louder wanting me to notice It...