is fire ants in your nose. A throat full of red hot gravel. Head a mess of cold gluey mashed potatoes. Sandpapered top lip. Wasp stingers in the ears. Interrupted sleep. I’m sick, can you tell ..read more

Worry is a seed lodged in a tooth, a splinter that won’t budge, a thumb grazing a sizzling pan. Worry is a wishbone, already cracked. Worry is a candle burning too close to a curtain, a heavy blanket on a warm night. Worry is an ice cold pinch in the belly. Worry is a spider spinning a broken web, an ant with a burden too heavy, marching into a clogged sink. Worry is a wet plaster on a fresh blister. Worry is a smirking nightmare, sitting on the chest, pinning you down. Worry is falling into a shadow, not being able to wake. Worry moves under the skin, serpentine, bloodless. Worry has teeth, W ..read more

Discontent is a shallow bloom, sharp edged, porcupine quills shooting up along the curve of a back, an ache in the teeth. Discontent is a toe stubbed, partially healed, stubbed again. Discontent simmers in a paint flecked pot, clouds the water, sticks to the sides of the mouth. Discontent is daylight that never falls, a pinprick in a shadow, a lost sliver of quiet. Discontent is an itch under the skin, a blister on the tip of a tongue, an abrasion on a salty palm. Discontent is a loose thread on a starched hem, a hole in the toe of a sock. Discontent is a wrinkle in the eye, a quiver in the he ..read more

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Disappointment is the barbed side of a coin, flipped with a random hand, revealed with a tricksters grin. Disappointment is a pinch with partially bitten nails, a slice of glass in a soapy sink, the sneaky edge of an envelope on the tongue. Disappointment is the vine around an ankle, the corner of a coffee table waiting patiently for a shinbone, a missed bottom step. Disappointment is a bathtub of salt, a window crack that invites winter in, an indefinitely drawn curtain ..read more

I can wake up in the morning, feeling sleepy but generally ok. And then, everything changes. Everything becomes this……. Chaos pushes against me like a fist, fences me in, plucks the possibility of serenity from the air. I live in a sea of clutter, so much filth I can’t see the path to a cool patch of undisturbed earth. My eyes ache from the sun, sitting low and menacing in the sky. Every direction I turn is the wrong direction, every reflection screams with the crooked angles of a face that no one could love, a body that has endured so many years of abuse, joints and heart and belly pay the co ..read more

I am Over the Moon to announce the publication of the 2nd edition of Things My Mother Left Behind, with a Gorgeous new cover and even some new poems! I am so grateful to Suzanne Craig Whytock and Baxter House Editions for giving my book a new lease on life. You can pick up a print copy or order the kindle version on your convenient Amazon site ..read more

So, it’s a wrap, not just for 2023, but also for the very first season of A Thousand Shades of Green. It has been such an incredible honour this first season, sharing the stellar writing of our 7 featured writers; Samantha Terrell, Lawrence Moore, Steve Denehan, Robin Denehan, Damien B. Donnelly, Suzanne Craig-Whytock, and Annick Yerem. I feel so lucky that I get to do this, and so grateful for all of the support I’ve received. We will be returning with a second season at the end of January 2024, but in the meantime you can continue to enjoy Season 1, including the Special Finale Episode. Seas ..read more

It isn’t a secret to anyone who knows me that I adore Suzanne Craig-Whytock. I discovered Suzanne’s incredible writing through her blog, My Dang Blog, and immediately fell in love with everything she writes. Her blog, her novels, her stories and her poems, are all so wonderful and all a pleasure to read. I was over the moon when Suzanne agreed to be a part of my new podcast, A Thousand Shades of Green, and finally, her episode is here. You can listen on your preferred podcast platform (Apple, Spotify, Podbean etc.), or on my website. Thank you, Lovely Suzanne, for trusting me with your words ..read more

an itch on the tip of a thumb, a creeping on the skin, an ache in the corner of your eye, a bruise on the roof of your mouth, bitterness on the back of your tongue, a spark in the throat, a burning in the belly, a vine around the neck, a head full of bees, a blackout, a plummeting, silence ..read more