A bit about being alive


Pressed to pleasure, when did hedonism

get such a bad rap? There are shades

to selfish, some less brutal than generosity.

The taste of bittersweet chocolate on the tongue

heat beneath the bed sheets in February. There’s

the thrill of a nine-year-old’s grin

after opening your gift, a charge between.

Today I watched two children gently clink bicycle

helmets this blast of light before greeting the climber.

Across the street a woman rests six milky coffees

on the roof of her car, positioning herself to be

In reach of company.


About Nor

I'm a creative non-fiction writer, with a special interest in memoirs and obituaries--life stories, local histories with flesh & blood anecdotal details. I'm also beginning to create podcasts of people's stories and expanding their audiences. I'm a diarist, an editor, and a political activist. I live in Toronto, Ontario, Canada and spend days tapping keys or staining my fingers in ink.
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