The voices have been busy again. The Beater-Upper is particularly loud. My issue with her is that she is shrill and relentless. I know I messed up, I don’t need the shrewish nagging in my inner ear. It’s throwing off my balance. I’m trying to move forward but I can’t Read more
I Was Told There Would Be Cake by Sloane Crosley 5 min @ Ideal coffee If only I could remember the time when my stomach didn’t clench and spasm at the thought of milk, the smell of coffee or even cigarettes. Smokes and lattes had been the goddam staples of my Read more
It was an extra busy week last week. Lots of racing from appointment to audition to rehearsal, squeezing in last-minute appointments for wardrobe fittings and trying to be on time for all of it. (I was up for the challenge.) But as I bobbed and wove my way through the Read more
Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein 5 minutes before bed, Toronto She sat on the cooler, the bubbly sweetness tickling down her throat. The soda wasn’t cold enough yet but it tasted creamier when it wasn’t cold. That’s what she thought but Serena always argued differently. Serena insisted they bury Read more
Karma: The Ancient Science of Cause and Effect by Jeffrey Armstrong 5 minutes @ my desk, Toronto Trust the nose. Trust the nose. Trust the nose. Said it a million times and probably say it a million more. It didn’t smell sweet and she shouldn’t have eaten it. But Read more
The Odyssey by Homer 5 min. @ Saving Gigi on Bloor St. W. “So pretty.” Sibilant esses. She was captivated by the darkened line of oxblood red. She watched it form the words as his lips moved. She couldn’t look at his eyes, they were too hooded. Anyway, he wasn’t really Read more
The panic started when the midday deadline came and went and I was nowhere near a computer. What if it didn’t happen today? All day the question plagued me. What if the middle of the week passed and there was no post? What would happen? The world would keep on Read more
Overheard and written on the 512 streetcar eastbound He repeated it like a mantra. Over and over he parroted the line a la Travis Bickle. Ben knew he’d only have one chance to say it, Steve Borquist wouldn’t hand anything over if he hesitated, or repeated. He’d think it was Read more