Fisheries technician, fly angler, outdoor enthusiast, fitness aficionado, hockey fan, book club bandwagoner.
The next chapter in a multi-part series. Go back to 1 for the story from the beginning. March, 2007. I wrote in my journal about crying in the counsellor’s office, despairing…
And you thought there might not be more! A continuation of a series; go back and start at 1 if you need to catch up. The counsellor knelt on his strange black ergo chair, trapping him but somehow s…
Can’t seem to kiss you deep enough although you hold my face keeping your breath on my mouth just enough to touch the tip of your tongue to the edge of my lips and run it along slowly the length of…
March 2021 dusty pink lace cupping your soft breasts you step to me and slowly slide fingersacross my jaw behind my ears and settle your forearms on my shouldersdrape yourself over my eyes the smel…
Falling down into your eyesblue as Garibaldi lake Spinning but sitting still at the pub high-top table,we preside over the men there who try to look into my eyes like I look into yours. then the gr…
Sun gold on the city and everyone on the beachturning to takethat picture. But I’m turned to youhips open and jacket zipped up in the coldhoping you’ll undo me in some way. And the sand from my dog…
Disclaimer: poetry and your blue nails match your boots,I notice as your fingers reach for my throatto hold just below my jaw, and turn my face upto kiss me down the heartbeat in my neck to my coll…
This is a scene from a larger work-in-progress. I lay with my head on her thigh the same way I had dozens of times, my ear turned up to her so she could clean it. If I peered carefully out of the s…
Disclaimer: poetry, sex twisting your long black hair around my long fingers, using the tight strand to pull you towards mebut you’re already coming I like the way you kiss me slowlyuse your tongue…
I’m officer Rhodesoffering to fix your taillight. Wake up to my dog’s paws at my shoulders,wiggle down the stairs to the metallic clink of the kibbles in her tall bowl. Click the electric kettle on…
I didn’t want to smell lavender everagain and there I was inhaling her hair And didn’t want to smell lavender everagain and there I was inhaling the smokefrom the buds that I bought in the mail fro…
This is a scene from a larger work-in-progress. The missionary shook his legs out as he walked into the daylight from the men’s washroom, the skin stretched red and shiny over his hooked nose…
and i cried into your hair feeling down every ridge of your spine,hoping one day you’ll be mine i want to be number one, as an aside, you saidand i took you into my arms and spoke inside myse…
Trigger warnings: suicide, sexuality I didn’t want any flowers. I only wantedTo lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.-Sylvia Plath, “Tulips” Every day was the same. I’d wake…
