Wolverine Stew: Winter Bakery

A fresh crop of withered leaves

Emerge from the unbroken snow

Letting the sunlight engulf my cracking face

It is cold, it is warm, I wish I could stay

Being at peace smells like

Sundae cherries, dirt, and soap

Now, waiting here among thoughts of

Empty chairs and amethyst stones and

Bread I baked last Saturday, long ago

Never tasting quite as sweet as

I’ve heard others say

But I’m happy they enjoy it

It’s been a while since the snow

There is a fog covering the

Lights of the apartment buildings

Floating like makeshift stars in the rain

And there is a warmth in the white fairy lights

And the band playing in the market

And the folks that shuffle close together

In and out of Main Street

There is a song tonight

And I am happy to join it

Capturing Campus: December

In my chest
a raw, flippant beating
taken but breathing
in your smell
frost and rose red
a chill on my skin
just looking at you
petals to pupils
dilate, and my diaphragm
folds at the bend
the arch of your spine
like a branch
your arms enveloping
the moment encased
I wish to stay
forever or longer
with you

Wolverine Stew: Swimming

Sometimes I feel like life is

Breathing in


Breathe it out quick

Get your work done

In lights that feel

Far dimmer than

You remember

Sinking away from the surface

Breathing in


Breathe it out quick

And hope the woods can

Cure every wrongness in your





I know the red leaves should

Make me happy

So why am I still

Breathing in


Breathe it out quick

The leaves float

Higher than I can move

My frozen lungs

In a cold lake

I don’t want to

Go back

I don’t want to

Go back

I don’t want to

Breathing in


Breathing in


Breathing in

Wolverine Stew: Light

The orange-tinted western sky patterned with wisps of clouds

The fronts of rushing cars and trucks in the streets below

The windows of brick and steel buildings that I walk past

The waxing white moon above that can’t be captured by camera

The lamps that glimmer and shine in the dark and overtake my eyes

The intermittent yellow blinks of fireflies I hold in my palm

The strings of electrical white that illuminate a Toronto tapestry

The neon blue and melting wax of the lamp I brought with me

The monitor screen I write this on in the comforts of my room

All of them lighten my burden with their glow

Till when will we be tender

You tell me in too little words that our time is limited 

Your eyes staring straight ahead while stroking my arm

To what end will I time out 

Till you lose me while talking about the now 

In limited dim lit doom who am I to assume

That you would want to whether waning weather with me

Am I so semi permanent 

Is it so easy to slip away 

Still I find myself slipping to sleep

Slumped against some warmth 

Waiting while wanting

Wilting when knowing