day 3 – retreat

move forward
retreat a different way
move again
sliding across the board
until one more piece
is taken

my head pounds
thinking about you
far enough away
to touch the glass

I asked for nothing
not the game
or the turning
the distance
or ridicule
and yet you gave it

I took it
because at the time
I was worth nothing more

that nothing has grown
into wisps of clouds
intertwined with blue
the blush of spring blossoms
the rush of water
freed from the grip of winter
the light of morning
touching the window

without asking

I sit
bowed low
in your absence
April 3
Leigh-Anne Fraser

theme: the emperor


day 2 – in the last light

in the last light
knots untie
not by themselves of course
but carefully
with delicate fingers
and patience

I close my eyes
to work on the worst parts
the torn pages
torn pieces
and buried

silk threads fall
through my fingers
undo the tapestry
as it hangs on the wall
across from me
picking at the threads

do I know the worst parts
without knowing the best
asking threads to stop
weaving in and out
stop creating
makes no sense
no questions

in the last light
until the first
I let the threads fall
and begin weaving again.

April 2
Leigh-Anne Fraser

theme: the chariot

day 1 – pages turn


pages turn
blanket unused
no scratches
or creases

I cannot mirror
my mind
in the bleached fibers
no colour or ink
that blooms under my finger tips
within the stretched skin
covering my heart

although I try

I stare at the blank wall
wondering why
the words stop
at the glass

no not why
I know the answer

but why will they not move past
the chrystaline membrane
to breathe fresh air

pen picked up, put down
another torn page
blank screen
tick tack
then nothing

like a heart beating
breath held
and waiting
day 1

30 days of poetry
theme: Two of Cups

seeking light


tell me to be strong
as I close my eyes
head down in a vice
another blinding headache
fill my chest with stones
to balance the weight
and lay me beneath the stars
for one more night
with the moon

let your words float
around my face
to kiss my eyes to sleep
one last time before you go

remind me

snow melts
floods recede
sun rises
moon sets

life moves
in the deepest soil
seeking light

la fraser March 20, 2017

spring cleaning



I have been making small attempts to do some spring cleaning here… I have been feeling like it is time to throw open the windows and doors and let some fresh air in after a long winter. The truth is, it hasn’t been a hard winter in my neck of the woods this year. We had a few dicey snow days but otherwise, relatively low key compared to other parts of the country. My creative life has been reflected in the waiting for the big storm, in the hunkering down in preparation for freezing temperatures and ice storms, and then the relief that nothing terrible arrived. Nothing arrived at all except a light dusting of snow.

The hurry up and wait will be replaced soon by warmer temperatures, budding trees and blooming flowers. I cannot wait. But while I do (because of course it is just March and we will probably get another storm or two) I will gently massage the structure of this site, perhaps get back to more writing and definitely more sharing.

I have been trying to organize some photos for a portfolio – not that I have any plans to show it to anyone, but I hear that is a good exercise to do when you are trying to sort out the kind of photographer you are ( I really don’t know) or the direction you would like to take next (yep, no clue). Instagram has been a bit of a testing ground for that, and the thought is to expand some of the collections here. With the warmer weather also comes the ability to get out with the camera more, which will add to the collections/ portfolio.

Ideas are percolating and what shape they will take in the long run, we will just have to wait and see. Kind of like waiting for those first spring flowers to finally push through the debris left by winter.



I am you


I am you
in your worry
held breath
waiting to be noticed
cared for

I am you
in the turning
of a page
learning connections
in lines and wrinkles
dug deep on your skin

I am you
in the last light of day
sunset gold
falling across your face
with a rumour
of a smile

I am you
in the howling storm
the flooding emotion
that overwhelms
the breakwall
to pool
in low painful places
where the heart still aches

I am you
in the morning
as the sun rises
where sleeps lays
still curled in the blankets
warm and secure
against nightmare shadows

I am you


Leigh-Anne Fraser, March 8, 2017


you sat across from me
after explaining all
you can do
have done
wanted to do
how you wanted to give back
help others
now that you were working
and had a home of your own
help those
who are in the same place
you were
grateful after so many years
for help
for understanding

accept me

you said the words
more than once

I read the worry
in the thin trickle of sweat
that fell down the side of your face
while I explained
and asked questions
we spoke then of common friends
and our love of painting

our circles
woven closer
part of the same path
in this moment

I told you I was
grateful for you
and when I said
you were already part of our family
that we needed your help
you smiled
in the most beautiful way

Leigh-Anne Fraser, March 7, 2017