Unlearning the Silence

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Novel, memoir and short fiction exploring complicated relationships, faith, belonging and love.

Anatomy of Compersion

A 92,000‑word literary novel about a woman, her bisexual husband, and his lover—asking whether love can stretch wide enough to include someone else’s happiness.

Unpriesting

Unpriesting is a memoir about the life that waits on the other side of a vow you never took.

Anthologies & Beyond

Published, poems, short fiction & essays in MagdaragatYay Queer All II, Beyond the Concert Hall, and more.

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  • The book before the book

    The book before the book

    I woke at 4:30 a.m., before the light, to a bird singing into the breaking day. I wasn’t even in the sunroom yet. For several minutes, I simply listened. Curious, I opened the bird identification app on my phone. It told me the singer outside my window was an American robin. Soon another joined in,…

  • The city in a cowboy hat

    The city in a cowboy hat

    Every July, Calgary changes clothes. It begins almost overnight. Cowboy hats appear in office elevators. Plaid shirts replace business suits. Boots click across polished corporate hallways. Coffee shops play country music. Hay bales decorate the entrances of banks, hospitals and grocery stores. For ten days, the city seems to agree to become someone else. Or…

  • The stories we wear, share and tell

    The stories we wear, share and tell

    I remember looking around the room during Ugat ng Paglalakbay and realizing I had seen this moment before. Not the paintings hanging on the walls, the photographs, collages and comics on display, or the poems being read aloud. Not even the conversations that lingered long after the formal program had ended. The feeling. It had…

  • Interpreter of my father’s affection

    Interpreter of my father’s affection

    On this Father’s Day morning, I am sitting in the sunroom watching birds gather at the feeder hanging from our porch. They arrive in brief bursts of motion. A sparrow lands, pecks at a seed, and disappears. Another takes its place. The feeder sways gently in the breeze. Somewhere beyond the window, the city is…

  • The lives we don’t live

    The lives we don’t live

    Monarch Campground, Yoho National Park — Across from our campground a mountain rises straight off the valley floor, still holding patches of snow in June. At its base Kicking Horse River, from glacial origins, runs pale blue and restless, carrying meltwater down from somewhere I can’t see. In the evening light I keep looking back…

  • The first person who listened

    The first person who listened

    Hours before the reading, my stomach wouldn’t settle. I had rehearsed the poems until the words were smooth as river stones, and still my body didn’t believe me. Then they called my name, and something steadied. I had chosen the bookends of my collection: “When They Ask Who I Live With” and “Citizenship Ceremony.” One…

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