As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner 8 min @ Mercury Espresso “Savour your moments.” His whisper is hot in her ear. The mercury sits at thirty three celsius. She’s no good with numbers but she knows it’s ‘hella hot’. She’s locked in his gaze but her focus is tracking Read more
Can I have another? It’s a holiday week – it begins with Canada’s birthday and the middle is all about American independence. I’m up in bucolic Land o’ Lakes territory at a friend’s cottage, escaping the relentless but well meaning condolences. I’m grateful for every single one, but each one Read more
She’d sworn, no gun play ever. She made the promise the minute the technician deciphered the ultrasound image. Betts knew she had zero jurisdiction in the playground or the neighbors’ backyard but she had absolute powers at 52 Meadowbrook. It was a dictatorship- no guns, toys or otherwise. She reminded Read more
Because I was delivering my dad’s eulogy… Barrington Wintrose Huie. Quite a name for quite a man. But to most he was simply Barry. Mr. Huie to a few. And ”Dad” to two. No man is just one thing, and my father was no different. He was a provider, a Read more
Memory of a Face I Once Saw from My World by Bari Huie 8 min in Markham, ON She felt his eyes on her, but she kept hers lowered. Aimee didn’t want to break the connection, she knew if she looked up he’d disappear behind the stack of books at the counter. The Read more
A psychic goodbye by B.H. Whisper/ Quietly/ My name/ Before you go. The night is long. Night passes through the day/ To night once more Happiness to sadness/ Nothing is ever as before. A wisp of change/ Or twitch of Fate’s /Shriveled hand/ Don’t shed a tear nor try to Read more
The Sentimentalists by Johanna Skibsrud 8 min @ Wychwood Public Library It took Hannah longer than she’d anticipated to navigate the purchase of a one-way ticket. The French don’t say ‘one way’, they say ‘unique sense’. They surely were a peculiar lot, but she liked that ‘ticket window’ had it’s Read more
Detroit, a play by Lisa D’Amour 8 min in limbo “Remember the play about the expensive book that the woman hurled on?” Sandra’s eyes hardened to green glass. It made Dennis think about his marble collection he had when he was a kid. She was mad. He had done it again, Read more