I WISH IT COULD BE SUMMER EVERY DAY

“I wish it could be summer every day,
time precious and tasty in your palms
where laziness is no sin.”

This is a piece mixed with poetry, reflective writing and three very short stories.

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COMING HOME

You do the calculations. Money missing. Door open. Mum promising she locked all the windows. And it is in the ecstasy of fear and in the tremble of your voice that you rush to admit… “our house has been robbed.”

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INTRUDERS

A short poem about Emerald Lake in AB, Canada… “blurry and faded, abundant and tempting”

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