My trip to the Labrador Straits, June 2017

I took a quick trip home last weekend, which actually extended ‘up along’ to the Straits. My parents and I drove as far as L’Anse au Clair because Dad wanted to go to the hardware store, and we slowly worked our way back down. My only requests: I need to see the lighthouse again, look for sea glass, and see my grandparents that I haven’t seen in years. It was a quick trip home overall, it never really is long enough.

I learned that my great (and great great) grandfather Yetman were light keepers on Saddle Island. There’s so much history in Red Bay involving my family alone, not just the basque, that I would love to take more time to explore. I feel like I know next to nothing about my mother’s side of the family, because I grew up in St. Lewis which wasn’t connected by road to the rest of the province until I was already in high school. My formative years were spent away from my relatives on my mom’s side, and much time was spent with family on my dad’s side.

Every time I visit Red Bay I kind of get this little twinge of excitement, like perhaps if I left on foot from my grandparents door I’d find something – some artifact or scene that would somehow fulfill this mystery that I always look for when I visit. I remember way back (1997 maybe? or earlier) when The Matthew sailed into Red Bay. I remember walking the deck of the boat, and I remember the huge crowds of people. There aren’t a lot of memories I have with Red Bay, but there are lots that I hope to make in the years to come.



I sleep with the window open
To drown all my thoughts in the rain
I wait for the freedom of a deep yawn, all of my night moves delayed
I wonder what you’re doing in these moments
I try to hear you reading this in your voice
It’s catastrophic
It’s impossible
To hope
That you might feel something like I do
I sleep with the window open
And all the thoughts of you float away
In the midnight showers
Waiting for no one


Seven Years

Today marks the SEVENTH birthday of this blog! I don’t know that I can pinpoint what I was feeling or thinking the day I started this blog in 2010, but I can pretty much guarantee I did not predict it would be around for this long – this post is number 456!

If this is your first time visiting my blog, thanks! Here’s some notable posts that will give you a good feel for what you’ll be seeing if you decide to follow. I’d be really grateful if you would!

  1. The best poem I ever wrote
  2. A day with the icebergs
  3. Those northern lights though..
  4. That time I got storm-bound in a cabin
  5. A homage to where I came from
  6. My first trip to Halifax
  7. I wrote a book!

I’m going to finish my birthday cake now and embark on a reading adventure; I Found You by Lisa Jewell. Perhaps I’ll make book reviews another feature on this blog? Seems I’m going to stick around here for a while 😉

Love always,


new moon

when you fell into my sky
it was purple and orange
it was blessed with yellow flowers and honey bees
there was no need to command attention
when you fell out of my sky
it was dark, sheer, and damp with regret

i wish i could write about the way
your skin was warm velvet
your hair left its scent on all my pillows

i buy the yellow flowers
i tell the bees to go back home
i look away from the moon
when it commands my attention

there’s not a minute I don’t miss
the hope you gave me
that love was real
and I was capable