My Sunday morning thoughts… “Sanctuaries” They rise like fortresses of fortune, etched against the skyline— stone, steel, glass stacked in shimmering layers, palaces built to outlast time itself. Their gates never creak. They glide open only for those whose names carry weight like currency. Inside, the air hums low with comfort— climate tuned precisely, floors…
I wrote this piece as a world-building exercise for a work-in-progress—a speculative fiction project in which an outside intelligence studies Earth from afar, categorizing the planet’s political systems during its age of crisis. What began as a fictional exercise quickly took on a sharper edge. It was supposed to be a background document for myself,…
There are some truths too quiet to say out loud. They live beneath the surface, dressed in competence and success, hidden behind the applause, the promotions, the practiced smile. This poem speaks to one of those truths—the relentless, invisible weight of never feeling good enough. Not because of failure, but in spite of achievement. It’s…
There are moments in life when the choices before us aren’t clear-cut—when we’re not deciding between right and wrong, but between two difficult, uncertain paths. Some are quiet, personal crossroads: whether to stay or leave, speak or stay silent, act or wait. Others are much larger, woven into the world’s violence and velocity—choices that ask…
The Home That Wasn’t I never lived on Cape Breton— just came when I could, chasing the quiet like a man chasing warmth in the smoke of another’s fire. Still, the land spoke. Not in words, but in wind through tamarack and loon-call twilight over Bras d’Or’s patient blue. Derek Hatfield, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>,…
Indie Thread: A Proposal for a New CBC Program Celebrating Canadian Indie Creators For decades, CBC has been a powerful champion of Canadian culture. From spotlighting homegrown musicians to amplifying the voices of independent filmmakers, it has helped carve out space for creators who might otherwise go unheard. But there’s one group that consistently slips…
The world around me shapes my words and thoughts. Today, it was the story of a young woman—the valedictorian of an Ottawa high school—being punished for speaking out about the evils of this world. The same education system that taught her to think critically, to speak with conviction, is now trying to silence her. Unclouded…
Walking the Edge Of Silence He walks the edge of things, not for thrill, but because the center holds no welcome. What was once a life now drags like loose thread— unraveling in silence, no protest, no plea. Friends became ghosts long before they left. Family: a word too large for the absence it…