Time

In a Home Not Yours

Posted: 2025-06-28   |   Categories: poetry   |   Tags: english, home, memory, time

Another poem for y’all. This one is from the start of this year when I was homeless for a few months and couchsurfed at different friends’ houses. There are a few of these where I’m not quite sure into what project they fit. For now I’ll share them with you here.

In a Home Not Yours

If you consider the floorboards
you tread on in a stranger’s home
as yours for just a second
and feel the push of them
on the pads of your feet
the splinters dig themselves
into your callouses like
the pinprick of a unforgotten
memory digs itself out of your
mindgrave.
Unearthed layers of skin
thick ridged scar tissue
with furrowed landscapes
in the lines.

The Cliff Painter

Posted: 2025-04-02   |   Categories: Fiction   |   Tags: fairy tales, ocean, time

Today I am sharing with you a short story I recently performed at a storytelling evening. It’s a fairy tale.

My music recommendation for today is Toothsayer by Tanya Tagaq

      She had always loved the ocean. From where she sat, perched precariously on the platform dangling from the side of the snow white cliffs she could see the waves lapping against the rock on windy days, the ocean slowly consuming the land and taking it away in its gentle caress. In a few hundred, maybe a thousand years, the ocean would have seduced the land at last and taken every piece of it into its endless depths. She would have to find a new job when that happened.