Crisis In ninth grade geography, we conducted a survey on carbon footprints. An exercise in hyperbole. I pretended to be as environmentally friendly as possible — recycling, low electricity consumption, compost, water usage and other categories I had, in actuality,… Continue Reading
I am living vicariously through my own lives, all of them, all at once, learning, living, loving, projecting myself and being projected, broadcasting for the End of Times, setting things in motion, putting myself out there via super-high frequency radio… Continue Reading
fast and furious archangel in paint and chrome brings me home — purring megaphonious, combusting with sav and sap that i glimpse peeking into warm grill chintz — then she lifts her corset bonnet and lets me touch her glinting… Continue Reading
Minor Tweaks to the Heartfelt Speech of a Twenty-Something-Year-Old Passenger on the Bus You See the Fireworks, I Their End Such is the way of living decay — phone in sick, watch Netflix all day, go out drinking, and… Continue Reading
A nightmare meant to guard the dream dogs. Meant to hold our tantrums and force-feed them candied cashews. Something to make us listen. Meant to pull our chests forward through silk combs until we’re absolutely spent. We’re tired of the… Continue Reading
Three Night Buses _____– 41 Keele – Riding it’s like bare-handing steel poles. Like pulling a skateboard rail grind in a videogame — single trick, no combo. Cold sound of rollers. The world resolved in swift sequence — one, then… Continue Reading
Eating loneliness is stealing sideways glances to the occasional stirrings of a cup of coffee only a curling throws away from a counter, polished slick by boredom with a side order of lip-chewing and watching the ticking of the clock… Continue Reading
Fire Down on the Labrador The sealers lose all sense of motion. Unscathed below their puny disaster, a dozen fathomless dimensions _______— a bulk of ice, a gliding whale, pressed rib to rib, too snug for light. One man … Continue Reading
The inspiration for the Type Is … series is the immense beauty and mystery of typographic form. One day, while studying graphic design in college, my preconception of using type only as a communication device was shattered. As we sliced… Continue Reading
this filthy fuckin’ city is a multimedia glitch-art ode to my beloved city of Toronto, blurring the boundaries between lamentation and celebration in a passionate, parodical pastiche. Each entry depicts a unique physical space — exploring iconic landmarks as thoroughly… Continue Reading