how do i see you?
Coming home on the bus tonight, we passed by a homeless man with his empty Tim Horton’s cup, sitting on the curbside of a busy corner. A family of several...
Author: Lindsey Gallant
smog
I see you through the smogA fierce orb of plasmatic gloryOur pollution puts you in a new lightYou glow through the darkWasted breath catches in our throatsTo re...
Breakfast with Jesus
I’m still coming to terms with this resurrection thing. I don’t think it’s something you understand fully after a sunrise one morning, or even after a couple ki...
In the city
The following is increasingly uncomfortable. I can’t turn back. I don’t want to go on. I have limped along at a distance through the maze of twisted streets, ha...