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I was born in Prince Edward Island, Canada and have recently moved to Calgary, Alberta. I'm 19 and have newly completed the Pharmacy Technician program at CompuCollege Atlantic.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heartache: 4 of 125
I,not quite so love-hungry as 'they'and 'we' and 'us',will remain fertilefor years to comeas you men are poked and prodded,probed, by a gloved hand,for information regarding mass reproduction.I will await, with you,smelling vaguely of lavenderand beech nuts,the words that declare impotenceand I will sit with you and listen,no... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Seeing beauty: 4 of 110
I admire myself at nightwhen you are done with meand a streak of lightshines in on mefrom my window. The soft curves of my torsoare accentuated in the moonlightas I drag fingers up the length of my hips,over the swell of my stomach,and across my ribcage,allowing them to lingerin the cavebetween my breasts. As the moon switche... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fixing the heart: 2 of 52
It's easy to find beauty in a daywhen you're face-to-face with airport traffic -a line of taxi's trying to decide whetheror notto run the red light -on an October morning at 5:22.It's difficult, however, to imagine the beautyof yourselfwhen the rearview mirror is showing you everythingyou don't want to see -a smudge of black ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short Stories: Jake: 2 of 33
Crouched down, I lay my palms on the grass and the earth feels warm beneath them. It's that avid late-summer heat that I can't help but love. Nature has taken on its role of autumn but the sun refuses to give up. I'm wearing my red peep-toe flats, my favourite jeans and a polka-dot tee. My hair falls messily at my collar bone... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing the past: 6 of 93
We're twenty-seven andwe're too wastedto close our eyessowe stare at eachothers palmsand examine the residuethat shook handsand tied shoes.We watchas we writeon post-it notesabout familiar smilesthat don't recognize usfrom across busy streets.We watchas we fillpaper cupswith decafwhen everyone likes it strongand we're short a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 83 of 1201
In heels that clickwith the cracks in the sidewalkand a coat that risesjust above the knuckles of my left handI fall into a patternon that strip of blacksuspended by chains.On the forward swingmy coat fills with airand I lean back far enoughto see the darkened blue skyclearbut empty of no more than a few stars.On the backward... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day in the park: 3 of 32
The chains of the swingrattle in the nightand the street lampbuzzes with lightas I struggle to steal my breathbackfrom the fierce autumn wind.It is 2AMand I lay on the sandy surfaceof the cold blue plasticthat children usefor cheap thrillssending them from the tip of the jungle gymto the gritty, beige,rock-infestedbox of fun.... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Watching: 5 of 46
Because I see what he doesas her back is toward himand her eyes are focused on the flashing numbers ahead.His thoughts burden her shouldersand burn down the length of her backresting for a secondat the tip of her spine.His gaze expanding outwardand back up her wrist, her armas he taps the emergency stopand she lets out a brea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Father: 15 of 128
With weathered handsand nails bitten to the quickyou still manageto button up your shirtand lace up your shoeswith only a slight winceto break your stern face.I watch youamazedthat someone so brokenand worked inlike an old catcher's mittcan be so soft.You don't cease to amaze me,Father. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing: 65 of 428
Standing behind youI feel the pull to put my arms around youand I almost dobut I shake my headand opt for awkward conversationinstead.Laying beside youI feel the pull to lean my body into youand I almost dobut I shake my headand opt for a fleece blanketinstead.Sitting next to youI feel the pull to cuddle up against youand I a... More..