“Overnight from February 12 to 13 (2019) in Canada’s capital, nature proved once again that it holds the key to our common narrative and eats heirs apparent for dinner, storming down upwards of 30 centimeters (roughly 12 inches) of snow. By the time I woke mid-week the neighborhood had turned into an ice cream cake. I was shocked on it all grinning.”Read More
Usually those pills were not capsules but gnarled little pellets of puke-brown color and pliable edges — I thought they might pollute my arteries but I ate them anyway, because they were so ugly I figured they must be beautiful on the inside. Most things are like that, if you stop and look long enough using two or more eyes.Read More
the old man
Joy was something you felt
and happiness was something you wore
in the absence of joy.
These are the outpourings of a soul half-comfortable with presenting itself to the public; honest in its secretive work but not in the authorship of that work. My name now reflects who I was when I was wrenched into the open world, as I traveled from the seabed to the sea’s surface, from the root to the vivid blade. In truth, I remain a nobody and I like to think that that is precisely the reason I am capable of being anybody.Read More
The smoker, doomed survivor
Of nightclub weddings and deaths
And half-smiles, blows hotness
Into the city lights.
When my true self reflects in you, I become watercolor, and the clouds of our beloved city seal my wind-skinned queries, and you call me joy.Read More
I am nothing but ghosts
In this place.