I Move to a New City

I move to a new city,Ask it to read me poetry.The city obliges,But do I listen?Not always. I move to a new city,Where there’s a lot more graffiti,Fewer trees,And construction that goes on all year.My date whispers there’s a conspiracy,Doesn’t want them to overhear. The date I know I’ll never see again.I haven’t loved anyoneContinue reading “I Move to a New City”

On No Longer Being a “Bad” French Student

I recently moved to Montréal and ordered a croissant in French. I was nervous, surrounded by flawless French speakers, thinking I would stumble or get confused and have to revert to English, but I didn’t! I was intermittently homeschooled and in and out of the school system as a kid. No one in my familyContinue reading “On No Longer Being a “Bad” French Student”