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Who will save you?
You were never a saviour Maybe an indecent deity That you can’t relish in the purity of devotion But instead must Bask in imagined envy....
Emily Johns
Sep 23, 2024


Recess/Playing Fair
How long my roots could have grown around the stones of a borrowed throne Is a blessing to never need to know. You, your stifled smile ...
Emily Johns
Sep 16, 2024


Twenty-Four
And like lovers do the sun on a day undeserving of an end, Every year chases me to the end of a one way street And I only get slower. All...
Emily Johns
Sep 9, 2024


Winter
You write to me in soot laden notebooks and the margins of your favourite books before you ever gave me a name. I wonder who you imagined...
Emily Johns
Sep 1, 2024


I hear that you're all better now.
I hear that you’re all better now – That the infirmity that has long tormented you has met its match The devil that rents your stomach...
Emily Johns
Aug 12, 2024


Minneapolis, Mt Joy & my Mama
My mom and I took a quick trip to Minneapolis together to go see Mt Joy play at a brewery in the downtown university neighbourhood. This...
Emily Johns
Aug 10, 2024


The Difference
I know not how to detach tenancy from the loving gaze – To appreciate beauty without the desire for possession To employ the difference...
Emily Johns
Jul 9, 2024


Stoned love poem #503
Foolish enough to show all of my cards so early Gratefully to your gentle eye Bathing me in the river of your forgiveness I make every...
Emily Johns
Jun 23, 2024


Grief
I am my grief’s mother Her caretaker when affliction cauterizes her rationality I lend her the side of the bed I sleep on most. I am my...
Emily Johns
Jun 2, 2024


Fruition
The horror of you The rot beneath your skin A glaring reminder That your piety was my donation My plasticine innocence No match for your...
Emily Johns
May 18, 2024


Crow Song
The mother crow sings within my rib cage oh so quietly. I never heard her before now No one told me it was hers so much as mine That the...
Emily Johns
Mar 14, 2024


Scarecrow Girl
I am not a scarecrow. I am made from the rib bones that drown out the noise of life beating below my overalls and sweater. I’ve never...
Emily Johns
Jan 9, 2024


Over Apples
Sometimes I wish we could be casual acquaintances. That should I find you an aisle over in the grocery store, that I’d know we’d catch up...
Emily Johns
Dec 1, 2023


Camping in Revelstoke, British Columbia
On our journey home in Ontario from Alberta, Mel and I decided to head a little more western first. Neither of us had ever been to BC,...
Emily Johns
Sep 3, 2023


A Summer in Jasper
This year after finishing my Bachelor's degree, I made the choice to leave my hometown move out to Jasper, Alberta for the summer with...
Emily Johns
Sep 2, 2023


The First Night II
The strange acquaintance Between myself And a ceiling I’ve never had the pleasure to stare up to One day she’ll know me by name. We...
Emily Johns
Sep 2, 2023


Prophetic
A boardwalk before dusk Same hour as the night before, Same small, french dog, Same linked fingers, unbroken The saturation of the...
Emily Johns
Aug 2, 2023


One Hundred Poems Lost in a Fire
One hundred poems lost in a fire. One hundred moments, thoughts, Slices of a mind unpicked; Immersed into a form more purposeful. There...
Emily Johns
Aug 2, 2023


Boyhood, Girlhood
These days your voice in my head is quieter A string tied to my finger Unfastening with the passage of time I follow the stars as a point...
Emily Johns
Aug 2, 2023


My Forgiveness Has Bite
This morning I caught my sympathy about to dial your number My forgiveness has bite Trading comfort for softness Dressing you up to make...
Emily Johns
Aug 2, 2023
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