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reflections

The Gift – Reflection

Sometimes I don't get the point of a gift. Should I make, people show me they care for me by presenting me with something. Gift s can be intangible, as well, but those seem worse You can't return those. Gifts and curses tend to exist side by side. I have the gift of writing, but… Continue reading The Gift – Reflection

Hands writing on a bullet journal, coffee cup in upper right hand. Pens on table. Pen used to write with is floral.
blog post, Writing Tips

Addressing Writer’s Block

I hate the sense of panic that arises when I feel the words running dry, as if it were water bleeding from my pen; cut-off from its reservoir of creativity. Or those moments that seem infinitely worse, when my lips can taste the words dancing away from the tip of my tongue. There is nothing… Continue reading Addressing Writer’s Block

A hand painting the word poetry in black paint on a grifetti wall.
News/Update/Random

Toronto Writer’s Collective Workshop & Feature

Last year, I decided to take ownership of my writing and develop my skills. With that in mind, I ended up looking for programs to participate in when I landed on the Toronto Writer's Collective (TWC) Mentorship program. I was accepted into the program, and it was some of the most creative periods of my… Continue reading Toronto Writer’s Collective Workshop & Feature

News/Update/Random

Announcement: Something Different by Scarborough Arts

I am very proud to share some exciting news.  This year three of my poems have been chosen to appear in Scarborough Arts Juried Exhibition and book - The Big Art Book: Something Different. Scarborough Art's theme for the Big Book this year really spoke to me; "Something Different" is about celebrating what makes each… Continue reading Announcement: Something Different by Scarborough Arts

Free verse

38/2017: Titles

I can never think of titles maybe because my words are too used to running untamed without definition and ownership. Or maybe I hate titles, because they ask me to think about what I am trying to say, instead of what you tell me I am speaking about? But then again, maybe I only hate… Continue reading 38/2017: Titles

Poem

Day 344: Words – an unintentional poem

If writing is a skill, I fear I have lost it. The words don't dance in my head anymore, Instead, they remain silenced by the walls I build to keep them safe How was I to know that in protecting my heart, my joys I locked them so far away that I can't reach them.… Continue reading Day 344: Words – an unintentional poem

News/Update/Random

News – My Trending Stories

Excited to share some great news. I will be one of the contributors for my trending stories, a new media web page. I just posted my first article on the site, one of my favourite poems from the challenge. You can follow me here I will be sharing some of my poems, and articles on this… Continue reading News – My Trending Stories