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I’ve Never Allowed Myself to Only Be a Poet Because I’ve Always Felt That Wasn’t Enough

I wonder if there’s a difference between a poet and a writer.They speak of the poet’s heart, but what do they mean?There are times when prose feels so stilted to me,When I crave the fluidity of line breaks,The freedom to not be understood fully,The convention to break convention,The magic of diving underwaterTo retrieve a poemContinue reading “I’ve Never Allowed Myself to Only Be a Poet Because I’ve Always Felt That Wasn’t Enough”

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”

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”

Someone’s Probably Laughing at Your Art

Yes, someone’s probably laughing at your art. Depending on the size of your audience, there may be multiple people laughing at it. Unless you’re a comedian, this probably doesn’t feel great. I recently saw another poet talk about how devastated they were to find out their partner and his friends laughed at their poetry. Obviously,Continue reading “Someone’s Probably Laughing at Your Art”