PROSTITUTION and ADDICTION: Marlie’s Story
I don’t talk about my past much. I don’t like remembering the bad stuff. Yet, I know that talking about it, writing about it, and facing it head-on all help… Read more »
I don’t talk about my past much. I don’t like remembering the bad stuff. Yet, I know that talking about it, writing about it, and facing it head-on all help… Read more »
Keep the Christmas spirit alive the whole year. This is the theme of the following poem, which was originally written during the Christmas holidays in 2016. I have updated it each… Read more »
Dethorned, she had no voice. The rape stripped it away. She had nowhere to turn. Yet she lived another day. * She spent eight years trying. She spent eight… Read more »
This is a poem I wrote about my life journey from failure to success. My Life’s Journey When I was 15, I was devastated and had no hope. I was… Read more »
Today I want to share a poem I wrote for an Indian guy I met online, who I once considered to be my Jaanu. (No, it’s not Mr…. Read more »
Many people love cats. My family is no exception. That is why, for Father’s Day in 2013, I decided to give my father something that he wanted: the gift… Read more »
Good news! I’m in love! But not with this guy, who I also fell in love with and thought was my Jaanu… But… don’t get too happy for me… Read more »
I first met Victoria at bingo about two months ago. She’s young enough to be my daughter, but is now my bingo buddy and friend. She has a love… Read more »
This poem was written on Saturday, May 29, 1999, for my mother, on the day I graduated from Lakehead University. I attended LU for five years, after taking four… Read more »
I wrote the following poem during my trip to Toronto… I gave copies of it (the whole page) to a few parents who were staying at RMH (Ronald McDonald House). I… Read more »