In recent weeks, a friend and I have embarked on a poetry project of sorts, writing poems based off common idioms and sayings. Below is a selection of passable results from the project thus far. Time heals all wounds Unfortunate Physician Time is a poor doctor. Though he heals Even my deepest cuts His stitches Continue reading

We have prayer time each morning in my homeroom class. I wish I were sanctified enough that I could enjoy it, but in reality it’s a trial. I haven’t finished my coffee, and I am impatient with the push and pull of listening to a sincere request while silencing the chatty students in the other Continue reading

More from Sleeping at Last. This is one of those songs I can always play on repeat. Hold your breath and count to 28. Change is slow but I feel it taking shape. Folding over us like waves On origami ocean tides we sway Blueprints constantly being rearranged. Over microscopes we plan and strain. The Continue reading

Cake and I go way back. My earliest memories, I suppose, date back to when I was four years old. That cake came from a box, but to my brother and I, perched on the small square of countertop, fighting to lean over the bowl to “help” with stirring and tasting, there was nothing more Continue reading

“The Charlottetown Hospital is a worthy cause and all, but I am not prepared to suffer humiliation for it!” – Anne of Green Gables That sums up many of my issues with Jesus. I’m prepared to do many things and be seen as many things, but Lord save me from humiliation. Self-sacrifice that makes me appear Continue reading

The first two minutes after school pile onto one another as some of the more glorious moments of existence. To be shatteringly tired and to finally sit and just breathe in the stillness: magic. Quiet doesn’t mean clean, but for these two minutes I allow myself to ignore the forgotten pencils and bits of paper, Continue reading

Saturday: It started with the car. The dodgy facility should have tipped us off. As our Mustang drove away and we settled for the sedan, he might have been happy with how things worked out. But that didn’t stop us from begging and pleading for the Volkswagen. He obliged. Things like that…sometime I wonder how Continue reading

Forgive me, but I’m really enjoying the laziness here. Curled on the tiny couch, my feet tucked under his legs, his elbow resting on my knee, computer in his lap. You skim around your kitchen/dining room baking and cleaning. I’m blissfully uninvolved. John Mayer plays. I’m happy but quiet. Of course I get looks from Continue reading

Scars are funny things. They vanish without saying goodbye, or linger like unwanted guests. They are the props with which I narrate my stories, illustrations of my missteps and stumbles. I can trace the outlines on my thumb, my eyebrow, my hand, my knee, feel the bumps and lines from stitches and cuts. I daresay I Continue reading

Today was for words Rhyming or not In patterns and Coordinating themes. We speak them in tones Signifying love and jest And spelling changes argument To concession. We whisper them behind wine glasses As if the dregs of red Could conceal The special reserves of sentences That only you can fully understand. Words, so carefully Continue reading