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”

What If I Don’t Want to Be Perceived?

What I am struggling with the most about social media these days is that it feels as though we have to make ourselves the centre of whatever we post, and most of the time, I don’t want to be perceived. I want to share my art, but I often don’t want to be seen. IContinue reading “What If I Don’t Want to Be Perceived?”

rough red patches

rough red patches on our handsirritated dry skinsigns of pandemic wear on the bodydoesn’t matter how much you moisturizeclean your hands clean your handsclean your handswash them until they crack and bleedstay healthy stay safewhile we run out of tests run out of vaccinesrun out of doctors run out of timewhile you run and slipContinue reading “rough red patches”

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”