I don’t fit in.
Empathy’s eyes \ don’t see you posturing \ ready for the next fight.
Not exactly between\ rocks and hard places\ I sit at the edge,\ on the fence.
We drive by wonderland
every second weekend.
It’s in the air
the scent of soil
fresh from the thaw.
I’d rather be sleeping
Your love captivates.
It finally arrived
What has me so lost?
Nothing major happened recently, but sometimes it’s the small tremors, those aftershocks that echo long after events pass that build up into something overwhelming.
I love Canada, and yet… we have so far to go.
3. Life is short.
4. A picture is worth a thousand words but a single caption can skew perspective and incite passion. Things are taken out of context and made the current issue.
Dad He used to shine my shoes, said it was his military training, couldn’t abide the scuff marks. He used to offer mom broccoli, as a bouquet, every time they bought groceries. He would go for veggie burgers with a friend, though he wasn’t a vegetarian. He made sure we were all equal, treating everyone […]
Follow the yellow brick road,
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