I am seventeen syllables of horribly disfigured heart, ache.

we of the curlied hairs are missing even when there is colour.

Your breath is slowing Your voice is quieting and My heart is breaking.

compassion is a challenge that most people fail please world, try harder.

Once upon a time people knew how to use the phone — not just to text.

Maybe tomorrow an us will live yet again in your smile, my love. I say “we” and it looks so incredibly small – yet my everything. April 22 Challenge

A dissertation is nothing like a panther – except for sharp teeth. (Not to mention the full-coloured, captioned, figures that a panther has.) Meow meow, ow. But in the end you will be a purring kitty. The middle Haiku is officially Ryan’s first poem! (April 18 Challenge)

Let your fear run you. I will not stand in your way – I once called you best. .or. Let your fear run you. I will stand in front of it – no more bulldozer. .or. Let your fear run you. I will be crushed by you both – the two bulldozers. .or. Let your [...]

Half or one in two Black children of Montreal live in poverty. It’s a Haiku, and an abomination. It’s Canada, an unjustly stolen nation. Half or one in two Black children of Montreal live in poverty. It’s true unlike mixing bowl lies they told What about the slaves they sold? And the children they refuse [...]

I cannot tell you this – The cuttingness of the knife is most seductive.