She Is Nothing




A poem I wrote today for my cat, Stella. SHE IS NOTHING She is nothing but a silent witness in the dark, with laser eyes bright like stars. She is nothing but a scratch in the flesh and an African instinct, hunting us down. She is nothing but a clown dancing with ghosts, jumping around. […]






Small You Are Beautiful




A poem I wrote tonight for my wife. SMALL YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL Among the white nights of Canada you lay small like a restless cloud, dancing in a vague and tumultuous sky, afraid and delicate like a breeze, fierce and bright like a storm. You are red, a weightless maple leaf trembling and absent, coloring […]