your voice falls over me like honey from a spoon held high enough to slip down to cover to soothe to calm me I breathe again for the first time not realizing I had held my breath for years breath comes dressed in laughter in tears in healing in freedom an unintended gift perhaps notContinue reading “your voice falls”
Author Archives: Leigh-Anne Fraser
the pause after the end
the pause after the end leaning into another beginning that place I want need to step into it fold my body fold my heart fold myself to curl around you to hold you close to me and be held beyond the edge of myself but like a thousand steel needles I fear if I closeContinue reading “the pause after the end”
I have let these threads
I have let these threads weave between us in loose and fragile patterns that complicates itself in the futility of existence I go and return to you as the sun passes the window pulling light into corners where it has not touched yet before leaving again I wake and sleep not moving in this isolationContinue reading “I have let these threads”
I have not loved you
I have not loved you in the first 18,471 days I have known you not once I have not felt a tenderness towards you or felt compassion in seeing your reflection or cared for you before another not once I have not walked through my soul’s estate wondering what I could do to care forContinue reading “I have not loved you”
182 days
one hundred and eighty two days blurred together like paint smeared on canvas like a photograph left too long in the sun like gibberish dreams that fill the night nothing makes sense silence binds isolation with threads left dangling, untended to knot in the early fall winds introspection dances on the edge with uncertainty avoidanceContinue reading “182 days”
words wait
crowded together pressed against mind’s edge empty and faceless peer over the railing above the page pushed against each other they perch to leap first land unscathed between the lines reaching outward towards where my head lies on the desk resting and tiptoe onto my outstretched hand ~ 1/100
the second girl, waiting
torn fabric lets the light in old curtains hang on the windows slightly askew she stands there the second girl, waiting with her back to the wall leaning into the moment one hand braced behind light becomes distraction playing along the wall with abandon the second girl shifts in place watches the shadows join inContinue reading “the second girl, waiting”
10 years
I think about you often. There have been moments over the past ten years when I have thought/ asked myself what would you have told me to do. There have been times when I have heard your voice in my head saying ‘ What is she doing?” like you used to when you were notContinue reading “10 years”
standing with family
31 years ago, I stood with the children of a family I lived with in Senegal, West Africa, while on a Canada World Youth program in 1989. These are the children helped to change my life in ways I have not fully been able to articulate. Not even sure I could now. They helped meContinue reading “standing with family”
peace of mind and a Nan blanket
It has been 36 days since I started working from home. I didn’t start when the many others day a week before because I work for an essential service, but when it was decided it was best for those who could work from home to do so, I packed up my work, set up anContinue reading “peace of mind and a Nan blanket”
any ordinary day project
I started a project that I am calling ‘any ordinary day’ not so long ago, in an effort to redirect some anxiety and stress that I was feeling while in lockdown due to Covid-19. I am not sure how well it is doing to help me, but I am enjoying sharing some black & whiteContinue reading “any ordinary day project”
change
my face reflects in the window blue lit gaze my fingers move across keys while I watch the rain the days blur into each other even checking the calendar can be dangerous I counted three times before I was sure that sixteen days had passed water drops mix with fog on the glass I tapContinue reading “change”
