Finding Home

Do we have to be awayto find home? Not the mortgagedtwo cars in the drivewaydouble-income kind of dwelling I’m talking peacein the heart, comfortin the soul, blessed home I have felt Presencein nature, witnessed Spiritin a newborn’s eyes beheld reverence in a dyingsister’s final breath – fleetingglimpses, nothing solid I seek an eternal senseof belonging, […]

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Dear Charlotte Perkins Gilman (Yellow Wallpaper)

I have examined your wallpaper, discussed the scholarly attributes of shades of yellow, traced the edges of your unravelling with my mind, argued the merits of Gothic horror; marvelled at the brilliance of wording, the courage to define the nature of feminine madness, the boldness to highlight inequalities long before the establishment of a Person’s […]

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Black Madonna, Revisited

Remember that Autumn, we drove up to Campbell River, like teenagers, skipping out of class – a cackle of women, spiritually forming? Felt as if we had bided our time, willing this union to occur – high on anticipation, giddy that our routine femininity had been strewn across the barricades of our socially contrived existence. […]

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Maybe

Maybe I just needed a new perspective – like the famed Hanged Man of tarot – committed to some deep, internal need, willed a horizontal shift, landed with intent. Maybe it is not my legs that are disabled, but a soul longing to escape the continual discord of perpetual motion, a never-ending to-do list of […]

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The Art Of Survival

Learned the art of survival from father, a commando- trained warrior, never able to leave the battles behind A sharp-shooter, whose expert eye tracked our every fault, with sniper precision, shot us down. Innocence has no place when the enemy resides within; when trigger lines are camouflaged by wall- to-wall carpets, and young minds, craving exploration, […]

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Tapestry

Laid out, in a tapestry, I suppose the overriding message would be inconsistency – a montage of seemingly unrelated images, the blatant disconnection offending to the eye, and yet… closer inspection might reveal a thread of commonality – the presence of orange, in its many incarnations, woven into each tableau… a hint of the woman […]

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Vancouver Island

Is it the robins, whose morning song, so sharp and crisp awakens me in this enchanted place or the warble of Juncos, whose hooded black faces delight me as they forage between the dried, curled aftermath of a cold winter, now pushed aside by new life sprouting.  The absence of rain drops on tin roof […]

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