My interview on Substack!

Zigzag in and out the shoreline,

Prance through waves, it’s so much fun!

Can we go now?

Claim your free poodle-perm while histrionics last!

Cut the corner,

Take three strides,

Sit up straighter,

Feel him fly.

Justin Timberlake didn’t bring sexy back. I did.

If I could paint happiness it would look like us

My infinity lies beyond

Melting ice-creams, chocolate chins

GO FOR GOLD! SILVER LININGS ARE SO LAST YEAR!

There is a boy pacing beneath her window, reticently in love.

Yet she will remain as tongue-tied as the schoolgirl

you walked home, long ago, under a bicentennial moon.

So damn ready

When joy’s a concept, a word, abstract,

When you feel guilty for feeling sad,

Effervesced with sparkling wit,

We babbled woo-woo truths for twits.

Sultry as Bacall

I didn’t know it was such a long way from Montreal to Santa Cruz. Obviously, I knew how far it was from a geographical point of view. But to actually travel there non-stop in a bus? The sheer endlessness of it didn’t register until my bum went numb after the umpteenth pitstop in the middle of nowhere. Were we nearly there yet?

After nine notes and a chime,

I hope.

I only flinch

I’m a giddy superfan I am I am I am!