For someone who calls herself a writer, I have written very little this past year. I ought to know all the right words to explain how distressing this is, but I don’t. “Writer’s block” doesn’t quite capture the dizzying tension… Continue Reading
Pinholes of light appear beyond Lynn’s lithe body as he wriggles and squirms through the tight passage, stirring up clouds of dust and insect carcasses. The lack of negative space exposes the substantial distance I have yet to crawl before… Continue Reading
“… 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
“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