Theresa Baxter

Streamlined like a fluid missile They glide through water oh so blissful Never thought this bird a winner Though it’s always dressed for...

Where is my head, where is my heart They have been utterly ripped apart Right down the middle split in two Upturned the world I thought I...

This poem was written in support of education support workers fighting for fair wages in Alberta. This photo was taken at a protest at...