Poetry

Windswept

one day I will bring you here
sails and you and me away
to a triangle island where
auklets emerge
in the night
sea lions sound
into the fog to say
you and I will never leave
what lasts

we will circle the summit until salt
wears away at the hull of our boat
at the cities we wear like skin

until we are once again wild
as the silver-bellied sand lance
feeding a world that will forever feed us back

sipping on nectar

sweet end of snow

with more than my share
of slow-loving darkness

i leave you

forward now
with thawing clocks abandoned
in the gardens, stretch me into timelessness
pull me from my muck-sunken boots
so i may fly barefooted
into the hearts of honeysuckle

this is the state of my spring-time becoming
petals opening to expansion
happy pollen
free-falling from hummingbird wings

lucky
lucky me

sweet first of april
with more sunlight than i
remember how to be with
i love you

the earth knows how to love herself

The Earth Knows How to Love Herself is a collection that connects over twenty of my poems + photos + watercolour paintings
under the shared understanding that the earth has been my greatest teacher when learning to have compassion for myself.
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My wish is for this poetry to connect you to the wild places that feed our souls, enough so that you feel a pull to keep them safe.

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ON LAYING THE FIRST STONE OF MY NEW BLOG... There have been moments lately, of a light I had forgotten. As longer days move to greet us, I sense that I am leaving behind my Dark Night of the Soul. As I reflect on the past two years,

The moon her stars and a dark quiet that can only mean the world is dreaming 🌚

Who are the souls that constitute your constellation? What love exists around you that, combined, shapes who you are?

They say we’re the people we spend the most time with. So what happens when our favourite humans are oceans away?

I am grate

Amadán - a Gaelic word 'Fool' attached to a single person who meant a great deal to me. Grandma.

I'm journeying deeper into the mythic layers of humanity with focus on my Irish & Italian lineages. Because somewhere between my ancient ance

I wrote a letter to my 18-year-old self this week. That budding adult in her first year of undergrad without the slightest clue of what ten years of self-discovery could feel like. Walking into her autonomy without any true reference of how much life

Every time I look at this photo, lyrical Joni Mitchell sings in my head. “wish I had a River, I could skate away on” 🎶

At the moment, these words come to mind as I wish for the opposite. A river to rest on, right here. Since leaving wha

Arbutus. The tree on fire.

I’ve been working a lot with the elements this year, internally for my own healing, externally for deeper understanding of what it means to be alive. As metaphor for the ways we all coexist.

Working with a very impo

Great Blue Herons signify self-reflection. So naturally this quote from the question master herself feels like an appropriate companion: “We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls wh

Don’t look back, they say. You’re not going that way.

Well here I am, all blanketed and mellow, looking. For what? Glimpses of first steps taken at earlier forks in the road. Holding up the embers. The remembrance of what got me all hear

There are certain people that will serve as checkpoints or markers of growth throughout our lives. Thinking of them instantly brings up past versions of ourselves, giving us a glimpse into how far we have come. A taste of time. @natureboyjt will alwa

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2. Don’t wait for your mental health reality to become excruciating before asking for help. I was stubborn, lonely, and waited far too long. I let my depression become my new baseline. Whether it’s loved ones, professional sup

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A very important person in my life sent me this translated poem by Bertolt Brecht a while back, saying it reminded her of me:

In the dark times
Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will also be singing.
About the dark times.

And in t

“There’s a song that wants to sing itself through us. We just got to be available. Maybe the song that is to be sung through us is the most beautiful requiem for an irreplaceable planet or maybe it’s a song of joyous rebirth as we c

humanity will burst into oneness
the moment we seek the seat of an other’s soul
unwittingly

affirming

You exist,
You exist,
You exist

and suddenly love does, too

Third Eye Contact || @samrosephillips
I see you and I love you! Thank you for

Home is the healing my heart has been honing in on.

And there is some sort of homecoming I experience every time I hear a whale breathe.
The quiet settled just before this moment. We were in the Robson Bight Ecological Reserve, a rare time slice be

— looking up —
Can you see in the dark?
the little girl asks little me
I sat waiting for my eyes to adjust

when seeing did not come
I closed my eyes instead

spent the next twenty years
memorizing darkness

here the displacement
there t

I moved to the city this week.
After nearly four years away from Toronto—spending most of my time on the coast in Tofino and recently Salt Spring—I just moved to the outskirts of Vancouver.
It feels like a lot of things: scary, energizi

🐾 When what’s best for her is what’s best for me. 🐾

World, meet Hokis.

Part fox, part polar bear, part little wolf, this pup is fully the best decision I’ve ever made.
@briannamariii found her at the side of a river during her

What does life have in store for us, Hokis?
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The little prince asked, “What does that mean--'tame'?" "It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties." "'To establish ties'?" &qu

My Instagram account featured above is a good place to see how my words are always in conversation with my photography, paintings, and films.
I dive so deeply into my experiences that the learnings call to be expressed through every way I know how.

This page is a small glimpse into where words are taking me these days. I have written short fiction, volumes of poetry, grant applications, photo stories, fundraising letters, business proposals, love notes, articles, emails, and half of a musical. Pair all that with my degree in English and Creative Writing? I see the world as a string of stories.

Want to find out how I can help you tell your story through words?

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