Knock knock, who’s there?

So I’ve always wanted to do A poetry reading like A standup comedy act – Cue the laughter – There’s just always been Something so beatnik In the pauses and silence, Where you can hear the almost Not quite imaginary cymbals clash, That moment heavy With anticipation, tense preparation – The spitting of water – […]

Cigarette Burns.

I lit my first cigarette at 17 Back lit by a Swiss playground Inhaled to quell the boredom. The lighter flickered in the damp air, Unsure fingers experimenting with Vague impressions, channeling James Dean, Norma Jean, Bukowski, Nicotine tendrils that curled around Caressing my faded grey hoodie I tried my first drag, burning Couldn’t inhale. […]

Through the Tiffany Window.

His words fell into and outside of me, Some fey wander I put blanket terms over charming boys Faded into the background Her glamour is made up eyes Black and glossy Hepburn I wanted to tell him why breakfast at tiffanys Brought flutters to my fledgling heart Why my whiskey soul thirsted Dying embers yearning. […]

for the one i stopped writing for.

My fingers trail after the ghost of you Memory pretty boy with your pretty words Spinning beautiful mindscapes in my universe. I want to breath you in All the intricacies that make you human And inhale your hurt, that I may unburden your being. Pretty xylophone magic that ignites A joy that almost aches Because […]

Love and Other Stories

I did my first public poetry reading a couple weeks ago. It was simultaneously the most exciting, liberating and nerve-wracking thing I’ve ever done. I’ve spoken in public forums, hosted investor meetings with men twice my age without blinking an eye. Yet this, reading a poem in public to a room of strangers was the scariest thing I’ve ever […]

Ramblings from my Rooftop

i knew who i was at 13 when my solitude poured ink onto paper magic words that kept manic monsters at bay. olive skinned and bright smiles wanting but never yearning. he said i had a spark that drew the bees in droves with a barely there smirk that kept them trying. i knew i […]

seeing this city through new eyes

i’ve always been terrified of cycling. it was a running joke actually, how i was incapable of not getting hurt every time my friends and i went cycling in vancouver. so, naturally, i was terrified of the idea of cycling in this mad city where signals meant absolutely nothing and right of way was reserved […]

righting – a poem

i will let you goeven as i feel the burn in my lungsi will breathe you outand you will disappearas smoke always doesinto the horizon.  i will dance away the sadnessin the time-honoredold fashioned way ofdrinking away your sorrowsand i’ll wake up hollowbut happy. i will breathe the whiskeylike i down the smokeso that my […]