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Seeking a Third
Trios, triplets, triads, threesomes—groups of three always seem better. As a kid growing up in the middle of nowhere Alberta, friends were hard to come by. There wasn’t a whole lot of options. My school was tiny, and so the pickin’s for best friends was whoever came your way or wasn’t your cousin. I was…
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On Turning 28 Years Old
On Easter Monday this year, I turned 28 years old. While I’m not harbouring feelings of resentment, unhappiness, melancholy or pride, I do feel a difficult swirling of emotions throughout my body as this realization of getting older settles into me. Maybe this is what resigned acceptance feels like—a sort of inevitability similar to seeing…
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Memories of Snow
When the snow was thick and plush, we would don our snowsuits, boots and gloves and venture outdoors to the great winter abyss of our acreage. Our small childhood bodies would shake with the excitement of building snow forts and snowmen. We didn’t care that our knees would be soaked through within minutes or that…
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Once I Started a Poem with…
Once, while dancing the dance with some form of intoxication, I started a poem with: “I tasted God in a peach”. And, now, semi-sober, I find the whole idea quite bemusing. The implication of not only touching God but of tasting them too, as if they could possibly be something my measly tastebuds could fathom,…
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Memories of the Sailor: a Poem Inspired by Frozen in Time
Our heads held high in glory, with three years of food we sailed failure nags only weak minds. Is this writing history? A whaling ship waves farewell, isolation settles in the world turns to sheer whiteness. Why am I feeling dreadful? My toes are stiff in my boots, the sense of touch has vanished just…

