Month: August 2023

Poetry

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 usto quit smoking next week. To the forest surging, a wave of sweating bodiesmoving forward on the tide of our

Words Worth

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 in a terrible fire season) Petrichor – the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. Each raindrop seems to burst forth a million