You Cannot Make Me Hate

A few weeks ago, I subscribed to The Guardian. Read more news, Em, get smart, she said to herself, still in the habit of self talk and third person perspectives after four months in the northern outback of an Alberta lookout tower. I thought that if I was taking more initiative in understanding the ebb…

The Recruitment (IntlWmnsDay2017)

She is the battle front, the sharp eye, and the quick hand. She is the strategist and the disturber, the clean gavel, and the dirty worker purpose just a peace we might never see a peace chasing tides in wake and rolling foam Instead, to shake the earth  and find us under fine cover  in salt water to rich…

The Sound of Drowning

Pale cobalt and cracking until the skin of your lips met your jaw unable to reach an agreement, your mouth clambered for hours in the cold a language spoken by the wind when the sun has left the day Choking, wishing you’d never caught her eye from the ferry deck the railings a cotton bed and…

The Intentional

The breath that swept the lake fell on the shore with grace and I had watched with defiance in the fall, the branch that let go in August. I am not myself, and they have shouted that before, a hundred times because you look away, you slip away and the next thing you know you’ve…

A Memory of Mountains

  We used to be something. I could’ve told you to the second from the shadow of a pine when the rain would come down and in the winter, the light of the sun used to spill a red hail of ochre she heard our conversations, and wanted to remind us that color hadn’t died…