As The Oceans

You are my natural disaster waiting to happen
It’s fated
We are the broken twigs
Unnoticed in the brush
Only good for burning

We are only as Infinite as the oceans
I’m willing to break

Fast, slow, constant,
Salty and tangled and messy
Shining with permission
I will take 1
Back row, in darkness
Steady now.


Borrowed Light

By borrowed light I read about poetry
The wind tossed the trees and the rain bled down the street
The anxious thunder clapped hands
The light
The light spread its volumes inside my four walls
Illuminating the imperfections
Disguising all but the truth
A rising cancerous doubt
Brushed off the tablecloth like bread crumbs
We told ourselves we would be better.


For When She Cries

we are made of these wide open spaces
willows that crack and sprawl with the wind
we are made of these cold night skies
stars that glow even when we cry
we are born of earth and made of water
running until we find our end
settling in the comfort of the mountains
resting at the bends
we are more than this skin and bone
these feelings, these misfortunes
we are made of cold night skies
we’re stars that glow even when we cry


Soundtrack: So Long, Lonesome – Explosions in the Sky

The Fifth Chapter

Where do I go from here? Where have I been? Today is the fifth anniversary of my blog’s creation. My life has taken so many turns in these past five years that I find reflection rather difficult.

I thought about this event all week, what would I write on the day? These things are important to me; anniversaries, birthdays and random celebrations of life. It makes us reflect on our past and plan for what’s left ahead. It helps us to be thankful.

Every year I typically take stock of the positive experiences of the previous year, but rather than wait for months to go by I’ll point out a couple right now.

1. The completion of an online course on poetry writing: How Writers Write Poetry 2015 offered through from the University of Iowa. This was an eye-opening experience. It was great to be taught by some of the literary world’s heavyweights. The positive and constructive feedback from fellow poets was probably the greatest reward. I found myself becoming inspired during the class and writing immediately afterwords.

2. Tamarack Camera Club‘s invitation of Jeff Ducharme to Goose Bay for photography workshops, and also the Tamarack Camera Club’s debut exhibition at the Lawrence O’Brien Arts Centre. Two things I was so proud to have been apart of. Jeff was my instructor through my days at the College of the North Atlantic’s journalism program, and I’m happy to say we’ve been friends ever since.

Those are just two momentous things from the past month, but I actually post daily to tumblr life’s little joys – feel free to follow along.

I thought about whether I should mention this next part or not, but I think it’s fine that I do. Maybe even helpful. I found myself recently experiencing what the Internet refers to a ‘catfish‘ situation; whereby a person poses as someone else online in order to form a close relationship. Sometimes you never find out the truth and as long as you play along that’s how it’s going to be. My gut told me that what I was experiencing was false even though every single word of our conversations felt very real to me. When you’re being fed exactly what you wish to hear it’s hard to back away from what ‘feels’ genuine. But know this: if something feels too good to be true, 99% of the time IT IS. Ask questions, seek answers yourself if they aren’t answered – you may be blown away by what you find.

So where do I go from here? I don’t know that I go anywhere. I think here is a healthy medium. I’ve been writing so much, making photos, biking and strength training and eating well. Life is good.

It always makes me anxious to say that life is good, because while I know celebrating life is the key to making it even better, sometimes it just feels like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop – I guess the next step is just accepting that… it is what it is.

Take care of yourselves. And thank you for following my journey on Color of Outdoors (Travelling Infinity).

From the writers desk,



Changing Lanes

I am living on the ground
falling down from being
and getting up from falling down.
Confined within these measurements.

Bare birch tree see me
lying beneath your branches
waiting for answers.


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