August 2023

Win

Cross the field scrabbling muddy from the brookwe run on oblivious to the painshooting bolts of electricityup and down the shattered tendons in our legsor the burning lungs that remind…

Petrichor

Each raindrop fallsa miniature explosionin the dustshooting tiny parcelsof scent skywardin the breezeto hint a promiseof hope beneaththe blackened hillsbeyond the wildfire. (thinking of my home province thirsting for rain…