A Ritual of Humble Abundance
Sunlight filters through the treetops and spills onto our cobblestone road as I roll down my window and
Sunlight filters through the treetops and spills onto our cobblestone road as I roll down my window and
I would close my eyes and watch the shadows play behind my lids while the vibrations molded and shaped my dreams.
I come from a thousand light-years beyond the dark twilight of Earth, a planet today corroded by ambition
She grabbed my arm and led me through the gathering of people from the slums.
Today is a rainy, slushy, windy, still-winter grey day, and my mood matches the weather.
Vibration before sound, that’s how it starts. You could be at school, at home, anytime, anywhere. You hear mumbling
Je nage. Autour de moi les vaguelettes taillées comme dans l’ardoise remuent au vent. Le visage immergé j’expire à
The snowplow driver was motionless in his seat, seemingly in shock.
The other neighbourhood happening here, on these shared streets. So why do I now feel naked on them?
Lorsqu’on nous regarde d’en bas, ça donne l’impression que notre vie est facile. On imagine les grands espaces, la
Talula Talula, my seven-year-old visitor, meets the ghost of my husband in my kitchen. Her father lifts her
Fifteen years ago, I would have never even thought of this as an option. Yet here I stand, looking out of my window from my closet of an apartment, and I watch the stars.
Municipal Court Mondays were always a low roar or outright chaos. Or maybe it was the other way around