peace

You can have your ambitions. I will bathe in peace.

his death didn’t only bring me back down to earth, it brought me 6ft under with him

in the underworld.

“the funniest guy in the room”. Well, can we talk about the abuse? between me and you?

even death doesn’t bring the truth

people still see what they want to see

what they need to see

people still confuse the ‘you’

with the ‘me’

the page comes to life

• how to know when you’re doing it right

2021 Theme :)

Every lover was a different song

staying alive.

My aunt marry loo was the first and only adult I saw in my childhood that I knew I wanted to be like when I got older. She had a pile of books under her bed, the pile was almost bigger than her bed, spilling out from under the sides. She taught me how to make a pillow. She made pillows, she sewed things. She made her own jewelry and she lived by the beach. Wasaga beach. With a man who had a boat.

She was the first adult I saw that was still alive. 

I always think about her and that pile of books.

Now I’m making my own pile.

I may not be by the beach

Or be making my own jewelry

But every book I have adds to that pile

And reminds me of her

And reminds me to stay alive.

Maybe it’s why I write.

On expansion

A line (align)

things either pull you in or pull you a part – you recognize this, that’s where you start.

little worlds

I like the worlds that you build with your mind; and how you take me along with you for the ride. Little vacations to paradise. We lay in bed and go travelling.