Wild Magic

It's ben so long since I finished this that I don't even have anything to say about it.

sneak peek

Here is an image from the poem that I submitted to the CBC poetry prize. I'm still not allowed to upload the poem yet, though. It's a sort of autobiographical thingy about my childhood in Newfoundland. Sooo canadiaaaaaan.

Iron Grave

So I wrote another graphic poem, but since it's getting submitted to the CBC Poetry competition, I'm not allowed to self - publish. Ha.

But rest assured that I still write these things! When it's not crunch time at school! And that poem will be posted here eventually, just have to hear back from the poetry people first.

In the meantime, here's a little poem with no pictures.

K thanks for reading!


IRON GRAVE

the crumpled skeletons of the industrial revolution
are losing the battle
to the fangs of the countryside

ribs bared to the october sky
bricks, guts
bursting from decaying smokestacks
devoured by the river

vines chew through the jagged walls (vertebrae
jutting from the landscape)
leaving nothing but dust for the wind to tear into ribbons of light

wild rose and timothy grass claw
at the writing entrails of an engine
spilling from the rusted, crumpled body
of a truck

and I
flying past like a chimney swift
(Poughkeepsie to New York)
see it all through a sun splattered frame
in slow motion

Pomegranate

Enjoy.

Queen of Shadows

Oh angsty break-up poems. I only have a few more in me, I promise.

... scratch that, I have a shitload more.

Scribbled on a Napkin

The Roseman