Tomatoes on the kitchen sill

soften side by side,

still attached by a vestigial vine.


Supposedly there to ripen in the sun—

but there hasn’t been sun for months—


instead they catch the diffuse glow

of rain falling so slow

it might as well be standing still.


Light teased from a million droplets

by patient fronds of moss

infects plump red skins

with a subtle gleam

of longing.


Later, I cut one open

and find tiny green shoots

sprouting from its seeds.


(Previously published in Poems from Planet Earth Anthology, 2013)

Prince Edward Island

I’ve never been to P.E.I. before. I was very excited as we neared the bridge, and not just because we are staying with Chris’ parents here so we get a break from camping. I never thought I’d miss the ocean so much! As we drove across that amazing 13 kilometer bridge, the sky was divided equally between storm and sun.

In our three days on P.E.I., I have eaten my first lobster, had my first dip in the Atlantic ocean, been to a really fantastic farmer’s market, and checked out an art gallery and restaurant called The Dunes.

That’s The