A Feather Touch

They swept the frozen surface
Again and again.
Shouts rang out
Across the white expanse.

It slid towards them with
Unstoppable force: a rock thrown
With a feather touch.

Plaster Faces

The candles flickered in the gloom.
She came here often.
The clink of a coin in the metal box
Echoed loudly. The plaster faces
Looked at her with compassion
As she sat on the hard wooden bench.

Maybe this time.

It happened every time.

Didn't she know how he felt?
He tried to ask before
But couldn't.

She walked by without seeing.
All he could see was her.

He cleared his throat
And raised his eyes.

Maybe this time.

Each Little Card

Golden harmony, honey butterfly,
Canary yellow: which will it be?

Each little card holds
The promise of happiness and

So many choices,
And too much commitment.

Wait a minute.

How about sky breeze,
Or azure mist, or sunrise

About Me

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Kwe' aq pjila'si, I am Vice Principal - Aboriginal Education for Surrey School district in BC, Canada. (Formerly a coordinator of Library and Information Services for SD38) I teach a Library Administration course and an Aboriginal Issues course for UBC and have a Masters in Educational Technology and Learning Design. I am also proud to claim my Mi'kmaq heritage. Wela'lioq for visiting.