Poetry

The First Word

The honourable mention in Room's 2010 poetry contest, judged by Jennica Harper. The first word took root quietly, self-sufficient oocyte into morula, split and grew new words, a semiosis in the dark liquid primordia of vowels. Punctuated by consonantal vertebrae: the...

Shoes at the Holocaust Museum

Dusty, corralled by clear walls of plexiglass, they smell of age, the violent polish of pain. Red, mismatched, many, owned by the women who wore them, sophisticated, matching lipstick to dress, never imagining that by the quiet end of one day they would be nameless....

Learning to Unfurl

Every time she breathes the muscle hisses, a sharpness of tissue refusing its shape. No position is comfortable, all hold the weight pressing her shoulder onto the bed. Still she lies there, counting on her breath to draw her into the present, fluttering up to the...

How to Coach Soccer to Five-year-olds

Show them which goal is theirs and which goal they’re supposed to score in Show them which goal is theirs and which goal they’re supposed to score in show them the ball and how to kick it tie their cleats when the laces come undone let them stop in the middle of the...

math for couples

subsumed: 1 + 1 = 1 she had no socks so she wore his that left him short of socks so she bought him more subsumed: 1 + 1 = 1 she had no socks so she wore his that left him short of socks so she bought him more equated: 1 + (1 + 1 - 1) = 2 the young woman snared an...

The Virgin Mary is a Collapsed Umbrella

The honourable mention in our 2009 poetry contest, judged by Sachiko Murakami. Walk down the street getting wet from the rain washes sheets onto clothes stuck to skin. Take clothes off; walk down the street naked and alone. It is night time; the sky is dark. There is...

Deciding to Wear an Enormous Hat

At first the idea of the hat might have been a cover-up, a need to move through the world without being seen. But down deep, I know that wanting led to it and not the other way around. The hat became a strange kind of mask, like some feathered piece, a shaman’s tool,...

Identity Crisis in Reflection

Teresa lifted a stone from the beach and it spoke to her saying: “I am God.” “There was one thing which at first I was ignorant: I did not know that God was in all things, and, when He seemed to me to be very present, I thought it impossible. I could not cease...

Teaching an Old Dog

Every afternoon my dog takes me for a walk. We begin by getting very excited running circles of gratitude in the hallway for the mere idea of walking. Once outside, she makes me practice my lessons. Run as fast as you can for no reason. Chase things you have no hope...

Dostoevsky

He was a man unconvinced by pancakes. He said that as she licked the syrup off her fingertips, Funny, it happened all the time, though she never touched He was a man unconvinced by pancakes. He said that as she licked the syrup off her fingertips, Funny, it happened...