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Stories From the Edge of Blindness

In 2002, Retinitis Pigmentosa changed my life. This is my story of a slow approach to darkness.

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poetry

Wilderness, She Beckons

Today, I am excited to share the last of 5 sneak peeks into the pages of our new book, "Tiger Lily", an Ekphrastic Collaboration by the extraordinary Jane Cornwell and myself!!!! The launch party for "Tiger Lily" is just one... Continue Reading →

Love for Tiger Lily

Lawrence Moore is a sensational poet who has been published internationally and is the author of one of my favourite books, "Aerial Sweetshop". It is a book that makes me feel good every time I read it! I am also... Continue Reading →

Dark Winter Lighting Up the August Path

August is finally here and it is going to be an amazing writing month for me! It begins with the honour of having 2 of my poems in the incredible Dark Winter Literary Magazine! The poems show a very different... Continue Reading →

Wish

2 years and 2 days ago, my first book, "Things My Mother Left Behind", published by the incredible Potter's Grove Press, was released into the world. I was, have been, and continue to be, both grateful for the support and... Continue Reading →

The Unstoppable Suzanne Craig Whytock

Suzanne Craig Whytock, is, in a word, Amazing. She is one of the most talented and prolific writers I have ever known, with incredible range and a beautifully bizarre mind! I discovered Suzanne through her humour blog, My Dang Blog,... Continue Reading →

Storm

There is a storm in my head, a rage that chokes me, imminent disaster that pricks the tip of my tongue. My skin is so heavy, scratchy like a blanket in the heat, filthy with the detritus of hiding inside... Continue Reading →

Shades of Bleak

The darkness is swallowing me up again. I exist in a confined space, one part sadness, the other anger; sometimes the two become indistinguishable. I am a flame of rage in a freezing wind, burning and extinguished. I am a... Continue Reading →

Horizon

Some days I wander around my house, feeling lost and disconnected, no grip on the texture of the morning or the space around me. I write about having forgotten who I am, but the truth is that I have never... Continue Reading →

An Old Cloak

I find myself adrift between an old life and a new one, wishing for reinvention and fearing the dark corners of my heart will be discovered, laid bare against the startling landscape. I always manage to sully what is beautiful,... Continue Reading →

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