[Image-1] Halifax is my partner and we are having an open relationship, and also a long-distance one. So, we have odds stacked against us. But such is love. I moved in when I was a tiny child, wide-eyed. I wanted to be an artist and Halifax said, “Come.” They said, “There is music here beside […]
Tanya Davis
For Raymond, and for all of the Raymonds, which is to say: for everyone
There are words that spring to mind like sadness like violence like senseless crime like how this affects all of us like how every tear in every eye falls from all of us and today Halifax is an ocean of anguish a sea of angry beside the Atlantic. And how do we handle this what […]
We’re a fire inside the storm
Halifax is where I hang my hats it’s where my chosen home is at but I follow a career path that keeps me moving so it seems I have to always be leaving some days this proves to be my undoing homesickness and missing things and consequently stewing but mostly it just soothes me when […]
Around and Around
Around and Around Just past sunrise, black ice. Careful bike ride so I don’t slide. To the common ground, so I can go around and around bad radio music but I don’t mind. It’s free and I call this free time or I call it ‘take advantage’ or ‘may as well’ or ‘exercise’ or how […]
Hello to those who do not leave
It happened. Summer ended and students went back into classrooms. For a few days there were more moving trucks than bicycles young ones with two-fours and ice cubes and penchants for hollering on sidewalks at all hours of night. It became fall and Halifax is still all right. Thing about our city is that it […]
Summer?
Summer? I keep waiting for it to be summer although solstice has long passed I hope for sun out my morning window so my bare toes can enjoy the grass so my skin gets kissed by the warmth of things while the souls of lions inhabit my lounging cats. Well, if summer is snubbing this […]
It’s Pride Week in Halifax
This week I was a lesbian robot for 5 minutes in a tinfoil covered cardboard box I played sex on stage, more funny than hot though back behind the curtain we admitted it was akin to getting off the euphoria of the moment was not lost And then I was an ice cream scoop dressed […]
Tanya Davis: Artistic tractor
From my kitchen table, windows closed because construction (aka summer) has finally come to my neighborhood, I write these words, my first blog as Mayor’s Poet Laureate. I feel much more like Tanya Davis, however, than Mayor’s Poet Laureate. Or perhaps Tanya Davis acting as poet laureate, a hat on that could be a beret […]
The turn of seasons
It was the night before solstice and I was ready for a partythe air was cold and the snow was coming, you could tell it was gonna besoon startingthe sky was pink. you could smell the anticipation in the treessnowflakes to grace us with their presence and drape across branches where there once were leaves’tis […]

