walking through the forest
stepping on the leaves off
“Perfect Combustion”
says the back of the van
waiting to turn left in front of
the deconsecrated church.
All that green, its sickly
hues of abundance—
The body of a moth is velvet. The body of a moth
is light. The body of a woman fills with moths and light
fruit. then walk away. light then let it run.
Read MoreTo always bear this certain tension
An inheritance
An interstice
They are the space between each beard stroke / these two—them in their love—how their bodies grow /
Read MoreRoslyn and Max Margles Contest - Honourable Mention, Grades 5/6
As a child
You were always told:
”My, you are so weird and bold!”
Roslyn and Max Margles Contest - Honourable Mention, Grades 5/6
My pink basketball pounding on the ground
When I'm running all around.