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Hello, Neighbour: Humber Shelter

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Redgina Jean-Paul
February 7, 2019
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This piece was selected to be part of Hello, Neighbour, a community engagement project that takes six pieces of writing from residents of Toronto, and uses them as inspiration for six new works by local artists.

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HUMBER SHELTER by Redgina Jean-Paul

When I walk this arboretum it is often pitch black blistered soil under a veiled celestial light.

Once the cyclists, joggers and other wanderers have left the pavement barren –silent I walk my shelter in hopes a deer or fox or fallen song sparrow nest will whisper which way to go next.

More often than not I choose Mercury Rd. Bridge or Goose Island lay wide-eyed still eavesdropping on River who makes love to eroding rock and grovels for Moon to take them back.

When I walk this arboretum it is nighttime pastime fun playing Russian roulette with my life, taunting faith to mark me, careless unlucky soul; “This is Rexdale after all.”  a concerned man once said from the shadow of the bus stop shack. My Mom, always a tongue-lashing away from keeping me homebound has never questioned my love of these trees and this water.

We live in a glass house full of devil’s ivy, mother-in-law’s tongue, spider plant; we welcome nightmares wrapped in mirrors, shelter them from Canadian winter’s scorn, offer them jasmine tea. It’s a family tradition to let little girls roam free at all hours in glass slippers for there isn’t a bad thing out there that hasn’t already happened right here.

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