Haiku On A Floe

“Overnight from February 12 to 13 (2019) in Canada’s capital, nature proved once again that it holds the key to our common narrative and eats heirs apparent for dinner, storming down upwards of 30 centimeters (roughly 12 inches) of snow. By the time I woke mid-week the neighborhood had turned into an ice cream cake. I was shocked on it all grinning.”

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Death Of A Pseudonym

These are the outpourings of a soul half-comfortable with presenting itself to the public; honest in its secretive work but not in the authorship of that work. My name now reflects who I was when I was wrenched into the open world, as I traveled from the seabed to the sea’s surface, from the root to the vivid blade. In truth, I remain a nobody and I like to think that that is precisely the reason I am capable of being anybody.

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