I Must Write

I moisturize, prepare my tea.I turn on my music, put my phone on a box of salt.I send my cryptic messages about the moon and rust.I change into clean clothes, remember I have laundry to do.I allow a song to play through in its entirety.I open my notebook, realize my lips are chapped.I get upContinue reading “I Must Write”

S-Hooks on the Baker’s Rack

You hang s-hooks on the baker’s rackOne after the other, quick quick,Before running out the doorWith another bag packed.I look at the hooks rocking in placeAnd want to see them as a sign that you’ll stay,But of course, the message I know is comingArrives on my phone a few days later.You’re moving out.Once again, I’llContinue reading “S-Hooks on the Baker’s Rack”

Maybe You’re Not Special

Maybe it’s okay to be a regular person. Maybe you don’t have to be special, talented, unique, different, or all that interesting. Maybe you’re not one of those people they’ll tell stories about. Maybe no one will make a movie about your life. Maybe you’re an average Joe, just some guy out here trying toContinue reading “Maybe You’re Not Special”

Are You Afraid to Share Your Art?

As artists, most of us are sensitive to criticism. We can feel terrified of putting our work out there. Our art can represent the most vulnerable parts of ourselves, and the last thing we may want is to make that available for public consumption. It doesn’t help that we regularly see other creatives be evisceratedContinue reading “Are You Afraid to Share Your Art?”

December Laundry Line

A man hangs his laundry at nightHigh up in the skyOn a cold December line.Does he think aboutThe crunch of his clothing?His hands must be freezing.Water droplets turn intoIciclesOn his linens.He hangs up the last shirt.His washing is suspended aboveThe whole neighbourhood.Is he aware ofThe spectacle he’s making?Has he readThe poem I’m writing?Has he noticedContinue reading “December Laundry Line”