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A Poet on Adelaide West
http://adelaidepoet.blogspot.com
The blog of a girl with a little life and big dreams. These poems are about passing time at the office, conveying the flavour of downtown Toronto and connecting with readers through the small, shared experiences of daily life. I write frequently, and some pieces are better than other -- hey, part of being a poet is giving yourself permission to write crap.
- Author: Shayla Duval
- Listed in: Poetry Poems
- Tags: poetry toronto adelaide adelaide street adelaide street west adelaide west
Recent Posts
Dream geographers
This poem has been taken down for submission to a publication. Apologies for the inconvenience.Dickens' Dream, unfinished painting by Robert W. Buss I have a recurring dream in which the closet at my gra...
The Perfect Job
To attract the job submissionsoffer an ideal position:Room to grow and progressInformal dressWork that we find satisfyingNever causes stress or cryingEnd at five, start at nineNo overtimeAlways keep a lengthy fuseNever snap or spy or abusePlease be n...
Hibernation attempt #1
It's been one of those dayswhere you eat greasy fast foodand feel immediately temptedto throw it all up bulimia-stylebecause you feel perfectly sickand you know damn well there was no nutritional value in it anyway,but instead you talk a walk outside...
Good girl
I wonder if detention would have been good for me,if so much praise earned over so many yearsfrom my obedience to authority figures has made meone of those zombies in the Milgram experimentwho will go on shocking the poor learnerjust because the expe...
Lunchtime job interviews
Lunchtime job interviewsmean funding the noble cabbies and hot dog vendors of this our fair city,the folks I otherwise only seek outwhen drunk downtown at 3 a.m.At the corner of Yonge and AdelaideI am lost and sober, trying not to cry,two minutes lat...
Day slipper
Slippery pavement, like someone spilledthe contents of the world's largest slushydown the sidewalk and into my new bootswhile the wind and sleet conspireto ruin my makeup.I take slow, deliberate steps, flat-footed,and in my head, Andrew sings his Bea...
