Poem trying to get in out of the rain

Autumn rattles at the windows of the night, rips/
leaves from looping trees, punches/
gustily against the wall. Continue reading Poem trying to get in out of the rain

Treading Desire Paths: Field Note #1

I’m walking in Halifax, but I’m thinking about Mexico: smell of hot diesel on a melting pavement.

How is it that our impressions linger and layer, from one place to another? How is it that time mixes and melds in our memories? Continue reading Treading Desire Paths: Field Note #1