meet me at my watery edges cast your judgements aside and find that you are free there are no eyes on you but mine forget release accept fate and all of its disclaimers the distance […]
maybe I do go to the valley of the shadow of us every night I smell that woodsmoke I see that constellation I am alone in the in-between where you and I were and whatever’s […]
waiting for something that resembles gold when life is a whole lot of copper maybe tomorrow will be different when the sun breaks they call it dreaming but i’m most often awake to watch the […]
every day another line in my eulogy how many pages will I fill? i built the city of me on unrequited dreams sitting, wishing, waiting change is coming M.
think of me like a house with a hundred compact rooms filled with antiques and broken mirrors the bones are still good think of me like a house with mismatched chairs and vaulted ceilings my […]
Today I spoke at the Happy Valley Goose Bay Town Hall for the proclamation of National Poetry Month. This is a new poem that I wrote for the occasion, straying outside of my comfort zone and […]
don’t lose this don’t abandon these feelings this life is non-renewable so you can tell me please tell me even if it’s just a whisper there’s a noise we can’t place feelings we can’t face […]
I blossom for you against my better judgement hope everlasting. M.
Life is a storybook and I’m trying to accept these characters For what they’re destined to be Trying to accept the fates and fortunes The fools and follies The givers and takers The glass-half-broken folks And […]
my heart is a carpenter’s light fixture exposed wires, dusty lightbulb hanging above the room (perhaps the elephant within it) above the truth a quiet referendum all the flowers have been picked my grief untethered. M.
if i were to describe the way in which i feel about you, it would best be described as a hum you know that constant sound that’s always present even when no other sounds are […]
the eighth edition a derelict addiction the desire to be opposite to taste what the other side is offering keep me grounded, tie me down we still have miles to go M.
the moon tore apart the fleshy clouds and we drank from her light every last drop like stolen property silence spreads across the sky blanketing our sorrows your love is immeasurable M.
there is something undeniably powerful about being gentle. as if the world expects and prepares for your harshness and you throw light at the darkness instead. being strong is sexy, but being humble is gold. M.
i have a legacy to protect for breaking names and taking hearts (yes, i noticed) out here in the wildwood all you see is what you think you see do you see? live tastefully | […]
“Who are you when no one’s watching?” That’s a question I ask myself quite regularly. Usually whenever I catch myself doing something out of the ordinary. I ask myself why I did it, or why […]