Saturday, 8 December 2012

As if it could be Anything Else

The golden sun peeking over the trees
it feels like ten degrees
despite it being late summer
But time is flying by

Stylish in our pajamas
and a constant zombie state
the cereal bowls clang
no thoughts of the city nearby

Expecting normality
Saved by the strange

Waiting would be disastrous
first is to get a seat
Fighting non-stop laughter
to maybe get through the meeting

Plastic swords
Answers to questions
Watch a movie and
we all lie on someone else

And to believe I thought this place had changed

Friday, 26 October 2012

Used To Know

The first time I went to competitive
I was 8 and nervous
Crossing to the other side of the gym
I was told to follow Alita
And I did just that for warm-up

The Kona Winds is a large boat
It took me to and from Gambier until it broke
And I would always sit on the top deck
Except for once; we played cards
I lost and was dared to lick the window
I did

I have a sister
Our height is on a wall
Marked with a pencil
Just down the hall
I know she is sleeping
When I hear a thunk
On the wall that we share

The stop lights were horizontal in Calgary
and the floor for gymnastics was bouncy
the White Spot had just reopened and my mom and Michelle
had Bellinis with dinner

We found the crawlspace in our cabin
This one time at band camp
There were mysterious blue crystals in a Ziploc bag
We never found out what they were
But it was a resounding ‘yes’ from my cabin mates for drugs

The Crown Motel
Has a lousy “heated” pool
We would float around on our air mattresses
And once I got pushed in
towel included

I saw campers setting up a bed
In the middle of the cabin area
For no apparent reason
They even brought out the broom and garbage can
Turns out that it was their counselors’
I got a picture of him jumping onto it

Telling my coaches I was quitting
Was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done
Tears and heartbreak
Not only for me, but for them
I would have been moving up a level

This is what I used to know

(my prof really liked this poem that i put in my portfolio, so I thought I'd share. i took the idea from Julia Nunes song This is What I Used To Know, but made the stories my own (with a slight exception to the third stanza))

Monday, 8 October 2012


Eloquence, Grace, Beauty,
I stand making sweaty footprints
That I have these qualities

Wiping my palms on my leo,
assigning a smile to my face

The green flag goes up
stepping forward I raise my arms
making sure my fingers are proper

Run, jump on the board, land on the beam on one leg.

Friday, 28 September 2012

On The Way There

the boat ride
up, down, up, down
that feeling in your stomach
when you feel like falling

sunglasses on
the sun gleaming off the water
makes it shiny

an 's' shape takes us
into the bay
the land and water
becoming all the more familiar

we get closer
more and more excited
the boat slows
and we know its mere minutes

nothing ever really changes
but maybe that's the best part

Wednesday, 26 September 2012


It’s possible I was going slightly insane
The heat, the hill, the island
All possible contributions
To this ridiculous mental state

Now that I’m home
I don’t know what to think.
Is this just part of ‘the rule’?
Or is it just another exception?

‘The Rule’.
5 to start, 9 in the middle, 3 to end,
We rate you.
It rarely fails me.

I think it has for the second time ever.
I sit here with butterflies in my stomach
While glancing over to make sure
You’re real

Thursday, 20 September 2012

Scoop Me Up

I wish we fell asleep.
The lights had been turned out
But our paranoia of being seen laying on the couch
Prevented us from doing so.

My self deprecation is lessened by your laughter
until I remember I’m not photogenic and I feel
like I should’ve smashed your phone for that picture

I still wanted you to scoop me up, however.
Naturally, I assumed I’d live through.
I deserved to know one thing: ‘did you know.’

Looking up at the stars hoping that the shattered trust
wont be outweighed by the chemistry I believe we have.
The forgiveness I want, isn’t going to happen, is it?

This goddamn circumstance.
I’m convinced she is jealous,
but I must contemplate the truth.

assignment: come up with a constraint, create a poem. 
my constraint: pick 5 songs, take 5 words from each song, and incorporate those words into the poem
i used words from the songs on Julia Nunes' I Think You Know EP

Friday, 7 September 2012

I Remember

I remember when our Counselor, Crystal, said to our cabin "poopy serious", her phrase for having a serious talk. we thought we were in trouble, but instead she took us down to the dock and we hung out there before going to bed.

I remember watching Kristi break her ankle. i was on the upstairs tumble track.

I remember joking about Reindeer right before i broke my own ankle.

I remember that it was Thanksgiving Sunday and my dad had to make all of the dinner. We didnt eat until 8pm, when i got home with a plaster cast on my foot.

I remember what the gym looked like when i went to Calgary.

I remember the first video I watched that got me hooked on the vlogbrothers. it was 'people who love giraffes who love giraffes'. I though John was funny.

I remember watching the Quest videos in theme sessions one year at Camp.

I remember when I switched from cabin 14 to cabin 13.

I remember my dad letting me help him vacuum. I got to do under the couch cushions.

I remember the playground at Kilarney Center. The red slide was my favourite.

I remember the saying my 8th grade socials teacher had, "you can only use the word 'almost' in horseshoes, and hand grenades."

(i am again in a creative writing course, so i'll be posting more stuff YAY!
the above work is an activity we did in class based on Joe Brainards book I Remember, a book that i happened to read for a different english course last semester. the book is written only in I Remember statements, and my prof had us do the exercise as a way to introduce ourselves)

Sunday, 20 May 2012


Sometimes I hate this
bottling up my feelings
keeping them inside
I pretend to be happy
showing the world I can handle
what it has thrown my way
Inside, my brain stews
thinking things over
more than is necessary
Tears welling, I run,
my bed and room provide the
comfort I need to express my feelings

Thursday, 12 April 2012


Sore hips.
These mattresses are horrible.
Beep beep beep
Rolling over
Fumbling with her phone
She turns off the alarm
Door opens
Blanket dragging, I walk
The couches. Sitting
Leaning against people
Bed head, morning breath
Everyone has sleepy eyes
Smelling bacon
Coffee wakes us up, only a bit.
What truly wakes us up
And causes a flurry of movement
Is the call

Tuesday, 10 April 2012


We haven’t played a camp wide game yet, and we are already having cocoa. This must mean one thing: we are playing Lantern! Mug and cocoa in hand, my cabin talks this over at our table.
“Guys, Lantern is tonight!” Kelsey brings the topic up.
“YES!” I yell excitedly.
“So how are we going to do this, none of us have ever won. We need to talk strategy” Kathleen states.
“Are we going to stick together?” Lauren suggests.
“That never works.” I shut that idea down.
“So just free for all then, I guess” Sabrina joins in the conversation
“That’s likely what’s going to happen anyway. We’re going to lose each other if we try to stay together anyway” Kathleen agrees as Amber starts clapping to get the rest of the camper’s attention.
“You know what to do, wipe your tables down and flip the benches, and you can head down to campfire.”
Everyone stands up and starts moving. Kelsey and Sabrina go grab a wet cloth to wipe the table down, as they were assigned as ‘gophers’ and cleaned up dinner, so they get to clean up now as well. We flip the benches and head down to campfire, my cocoa not quite finished as usual. I like to drink it slow so I have some at campfire.
We sing some classic songs, I Don’t Wanna Go To Artaban, Cornermaster Store, and Arky Arky, as well as my favourite slow song Rose Red:
Rose rose rose red
Will I ever see thee wed
I will marry at thy will, sire
At thy will

Ding dong ding dong
Wedding bells on an April morn
Carve your name on a moss covered stone
On a moss covered stone

We do our normal high pitched “goodnight campers” before Amber goes up on the platform to do some announcements.
“Most of you are aware that we are playing lantern tonight!” she says, and a Wooo! immediately follows, “you guys should already be in long sleeves and pants and have closed toed shoes on. But before we meet in front of the dining hall in 10 minutes, I’m allowing you all to go put away your mugs and change into the clothes you want to play in. go ahead”
It’s dark enough to require our flashlights to walk up the hill to the cabins. Once there I change into the black long sleeve shirt I brought just to play lantern in, and into my navy blue sweatpants.
The object of the game is to not be seen by the counselors that have flashlights. They flash it on you if they see you, while in the dark. If they see you, you have to travel back down the hill to the bottom and start your quest for the ‘lantern’, which is usually a glow stick.
Tonight we are playing in the section of forest beside the craft hut. This is my favourite place to play as there are lots of bushes and logs to hide behind. As soon as the game officially starts we all ‘disappear’ with the exception of Rob, as he decided to continue to wear his neon yellow sweater. Needless to say, he was the first person to get caught.
I inch along the ground, and I pause behind a log, trying to figure out where the other counselors are. “You with the glasses and brown hair” a male voice says, shining the flashlight right in my eyes. Well, I guess there’s a counselor there I think sarcastically to myself. I figure out a way to get back to the bottom, and head back up, taking a different route; I don’t want to get caught again.
I’m about 3/4 of the way up the hill, and I can see the green glow stick clearly. I just need to figure out a way to get across, as it is to the left of me. As I’m lying on the ground, head up, making sure I’m not getting caught, someone steps on my hand “Ow!” I whisper loudly, as to not give myself away too badly. I slowly inch myself forward, hoping I don’t get seen by the counselor who is nearby. While doing this, I see the glow stick move and a girl yells out “WOOOHOOO!” Of course I didn’t win, I never win at this game, I just always get close.

Monday, 9 April 2012

The Kitchen

The November chill
Is in the air as I
Crunch down the
Gravel path towards
The courtyard

My purple and green
Rain boots slush
In the mud
That was created
By last night’s rain

Sleep deprived,
Full of caffeine
I walk past the green fence
After last night
I can handle a little cleaning

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Doctor Who?

“Hello, I’m The Doctor”
“Doctor Who?”
Is the joke
About the British tv show

Is old and blue
Something borrowed
A telephone box
That is bigger on the inside

The Doctor
From Gallifrey
An alien
Out to save all of us humans

The Companion
Who kicks ass
And tags along
For all the great adventures

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

The Playground

yellow monkey bars
the perfect width
for my hands and my hips
to do pullovers and back hip circles
"show off" they scream
as i easily flip my body over the bar
I jump down landing lightly on my feet
while tears start to form in my eyes

blue rings
i flip myself up to the top
onto the wood holding them
"Grounders!" you yell
blindingly feeling out in front of you
you cant tag me, cant reach me
and suddenly there is a new rule
i cant use my strengths to my advantage

Thursday, 16 February 2012

Summer Camp

Summer Camp

            I step off the boat onto the wobbly lower dock. I take my sunglasses off my head and put them over my eyes so the glare from the sun off the water is slightly bearable. I walk up the ramp, steep because of the low tide. It’s windy down here. I make note of things, the house on the point, the red railings, Snake Island, the red row boats and canoes. Everything is quiet for a moment as I remember. Then reality snaps back as I hear the kids behind me calling out my name, but that doesn’t matter. I’m home again for the first time since last summer.