Friday, December 26, 2014

An Experiment in Freewriting

In writer's craft, we almost always spend 5-10 minutes of freewriting at the beginning of class - you can't stop writing, and you just let whatever comes to mind go onto paper. Normally, they end up being memoir-ish pieces when I do it, but I decided to try a poem in that style (only a minute of writing).

you and I
me and you

in which I can only describe us in the posts I see
"you're the most perfect person"
"I'm in love with your imperfections"

we are
perfect in our
cracks and flaws
we have to allow ourselves to break
before we can repair ourselves -

Japanese ceramics shattered put together again
with veins of gold they are once again whole
with ore and more beautiful than before

than before?

the before when the spark jump started us forward
and the after where the electric feelings are just
enough to keep us inching towards


Sunday, December 21, 2014

Paint and Ink

Like Van Gogh with his 
bottles of yellow, 
swallowing the paint 
down to 
colour out the 
grey in his head - 
I sit here with 
my bottle of ink and 
contemplate whether 
drinking from it 
would give form 
to the words that splay 
on the white page 
in my head.

Saturday, December 13, 2014


The red on my lips has 
become a routine
 where I
leave smudges

crumpled napkins 
absent-minded hands 
kissed cheeks and lips

trailing my path
in small marks
throughout the day.

Friday, December 5, 2014


Craving reassurance in 
the form of 
I let myself sink 
into the warmth of 
human touch: 

fingers to fingers holding hands,
faint traces against my face,
 arms wrapped around waists
with heads settling into the crooks of necks.

I'm using you as 
an anchor for myself
before I get lost in a haze 
of doubt and hesitation
that I don't completely understand;
I hope you don't mind.