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”

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”

Happy Birthday, Dad

Content note: this piece deals with addiction, abuse, and intergenerational trauma. I wish my father a happy birthday.He tells me he’s drinking again,And that he hardly heard from anyone.I can only ever write poems about him. Write back, he always says.His emails come quickly, contain hardly anything.Write back, he always says.Write back. I have toContinue reading “Happy Birthday, Dad”

A Nest of Lies

Those little things thatDon’t add upOr make sense.Those things thatDon’t sit quite right.Are they concealing something larger? When, finally, we lift this old stone from the mossy earth,Will we find, writhing on the ground,Churning in the dirt,Attempting to flee the scene,Creatures without mouths, without eyes? In place of a man, will we find a nestContinue reading “A Nest of Lies”

Where We Have Gone, Where We Are Going

When I wrote Where Do We Go Now at the beginning of this year, I had no idea about zines and the journey I would go on with them. I was just on the cusp of finding out. I think I had some vague sense that I just needed to follow my instincts and my next big project would emerge, and that’s exactly what happened.