A poem — It’s been noisy in here racing thoughts and conflicting information being dropped everything is always piping hot like holding a hot rock or melting your tongue on a pop rock. I don’t know anymore all I know is that when I find a rhythm or a rhyme or a piece of peace the…

A love poem — I made peace within and with parts of me I hid in undergarments and garments of perfection the moment I wore nothing but the skin I was gifted. I felt as new as the first day, I shared my body so new to feel lifted past fitting in fitted jeans where…

It was sensual, empowering, and awakening. — It was just another day at Hanlan’s Point, a clothing-optional beach on the Toronto Islands. I’ve been frequenting the beach with my friend and befriending the regulars for a few years now. The beach attracts liberal-minded, sex-positive, and body-positive people, and its fair share of creatives. Lucky for me, I…

Maybe others should join the “shiny happy people laughing…” — I have a big laugh. It’s one of those laughs that’s larger than life. Sometimes I laugh at myself, sometimes I laugh at others, and of course, there are always undercurrents of sexual innuendo, which are my favorite jokes. (But if you're from the dry humor crowd, like those sexist…

It shone over the harbor and over my life — I saw the super moon light up over the harbor and over my life when the mistress of darkness became the light How is that for a slice of life? The sun always gets the glory but I want to know the moon’s story? How she remains so beautiful in…

But when I pick up the broken piece of my life to piece together jewels from the rubble and discard the heartache, I see how much I have grown, and how much healing I have actually done… — “I’m fine,” must be the biggest lie I’ve ever told myself. It’s right up there with, “Don’t worry about it; it’s no big deal.” Because It Was Never A Big Deal: I Had To Tell Myself To Survive. My central nervous system employed these coping strategies to survive trauma.

A poem — I know it sounds strange maybe a bit deranged but when I’m a healthy weight that means I’m happy. Even though I try to tell myself that those times I couldn't eat because the butterflies took up so much space the truth is that when I feed myself nourishment of love, food, and…

feeling like a strip tease — Isn’t that what traveling is about? (experiencing something new…) like looking out of a gold-plated room with a view of the desert mountains all shiny and new lips dripping with dew or arms dangling off his arm on a balcony overlooking the Vegas strip (feeling like a strip tease talking with such…