deal yourself a new hand
One night I found myself in tears wishing I were somewhere other than where I was. The next morning I dragged my spirit out of a ditch and told myself to get…
the shape of things to come
A poem about life’s potential and living it. the shape of things to come © 2015 punkie the shape of things to come by punkie i see your…
for the sake of childish games
I spent a month un-publishing hundreds of blog posts, videos, images, and poems born from my core. Why? Because a few people who wield a little power fear slivers of the truth I…
the paradox of chaos
“Paradox is the very core of the universe,” I wrote, having spent a good chunk of the last decade contemplating exactly that. I keep running headlong into seemingly diametrically…
fight for your own creativity
I love this.
White Maggot and Bumblebee Salad
Every Monday morning for the last eight weeks, eight to 10 of us gathered from nine to noon at the Bibliotheque North Hatley Library to write. Expertly led Carolyn Rowell,…