Writing

It's so interesting that a country founded by people from hundreds of different places now looks down upon immigrants.

It had been more than two days since a drop of water had touched his lips. He was beginning to think that he was forgetting what water tasted like, if it tasted of anything.

If … I can't help but replay that one moment over and over in my head…The “if only”... echoing, bouncing around like a voice echoing against the walls of the grand canyon, empty…”if only”.

it was like a sink that was overflowing, built up and up and up.

then it was drained; the pipes rusted over; the slight drip and drip and drip.

tantalizing.

then the water rushed like geysers do, hot and momentarily solid.

Congratulations to the award-winning writers and artists whose work will be on display at Burlington City Hall from April 17 until May 31.

This is the first poem in my poetry anthology, The Sun Will Rise Again.

I was eight when it began.

I was left clinging to sunshine

As the sun descended below the horizon.