A six pack of Canadians On the side of the road One can out and open He gently lays it down And straightens to walk With an uneasy swagger His tobacco red […]
A dull day afoot on wet gravel, Tyres whisking shallow puddles, I feel a teasing warmth, Beyond thick cloud, and The crisp of the air – You are there. You are there.
Your hand outstretched against my breast as we brake too fast: My fist clenches just the way you hate it- As I stare at the approaching distance. ‘Don’t do that’ you ask, […]
She backs a boat with the precision of a surgeon wielding a scalpel, Slicing through skin that is warm, but impervious to the nervous system’s warning. And she is oblivious to the […]
I drive under Sugar Bush road Blasting songs of the unrequited And passing by the Honey Pot I flick through Spotify until Doe Paoro sounds about right – her pulse of rhythmic bass/ […]
cannot advance fairly when we give speeches at a race that drowns the nations choices always was, always will be white fellas voices.