Facing East
I wonderWhat it’s likeTo live in a bedroomTo have a windowFacing west
A Friday in summer, in the grey-brown light of an old Winnipeg hotel — my giant…
Dead Homestead
Summer is gone
This Road
There is a road I used to knowI used to drive down, full speed, excited to go
Our Last Glance
I stand in front of the houseMy little self at my side
Hey, where are you off to?