The sun rises late in the morning and sets early in the evening,
a sign that autumn is departing, with its bright colours and crisp leaves,
as winter arrives with cold mornings and dark nights.
I shiver as I walk to the library,…
Have you seen the dark
at Wounded Knee?
Have you seen queens and kings who
sing and act in glorious beauty?
I have seen queens and they are
They transcend with raven hair and
They rise from…
I jingled the keys to my Grandmother’s house as we walked up the driveway. The heritage house in Esquimalt sat neglected. There were more weeds than gravel. Some kids had impaled a pumpkin lantern on the wrought iron fence; rusted spikes…
Don’t bury me in a cemetery
below the pockmarked blocks
that romanticize the forgotten.
Bury me next to an abandoned school
where memories of younger days
mix with decay.
Bury me next to a lighthouse
wherein the dark