“… what do you live for?” This question keeps appearing in the entertainment I consume. I’ve considered the question myself, but it’s the voices of other people’s fictional characters that have been asking it of me lately, and they usually… Continue Reading
She says to me, I damn you. Bringing me some place like this. She wipes away some tears, breathes in deep through coughing, smiles with Her thin lips. A smile. Thank god. I am out of my depth with this… Continue Reading
1. The author, Clive Gresswell, screwed up the piece of paper he had been writing on and tossed it into the bin. He was dissatisfied with the characters who had not been behaving themselves and doing what he wanted… Continue Reading
I think about your life behind an e-mail address that may no longer be valid. I don’t even know if this will be read by you. The only way I can write is if I picture you reading this in… Continue Reading
“That year Lizzie’s kid sister kept a list of things that were funny when they happened to other people: tarring and feathering, Peeping Toms, mad cow disease.” Like the list that opens Einstein’s Beach House, the synopses of the eight… Continue Reading
Early February, 2014. The weather’s still cold and ambivalent. I’m in a basement at York University, staring out the window at snow and people hunched against the wind. A seminar of past graduates of the English programs has just ended,… Continue Reading
Jesus Lizard Attempting to catch me before I fall into sleep, you query “Did you know the basilisk lizard can run on water like Jesus?” Flickering consciousness, I sink the conversation with silence before it sets sail in this sea… Continue Reading
Iron Boy has been Called to save Sydney From annihilation And the Myers-Briggs Personality Test Doesn’t actually mean Anything. A new study Suggests horses can Read facial expressions Differentiate heroes And goats roam empty Prairies of our memory. Chemical strangle… Continue Reading
One Anodized Moment In the parking garage at dawn the rows of cars nose the lean moon setting over the suburbs. I lie back and listen to ticks of engines cooling; the air, although November, sultry enough to spoon and… Continue Reading
The limits of power All of what a cloud could do I can do in my mind dragon whale small girl child willow tree past thoughts caught in a memory box pocket of digital faces numbers not to call skin… Continue Reading