quick dip ∞writes

from the body of a personal email 8 min @ Noir coffee & tea Eight steps. Yellow door, red gate, number 1032. Ten more steps. Did I turn off the stove? Affirmative.. Twelve steps. Crack. Momma’s back. Eighteen steps. Stop sign. This way, that way, all clear, cross. They brought Read more…

Perfect Pie by Judith Thompson 8 min @ the kitchen table, TO There isn’t much circulation in her legs. The knee highs are cutting into the soft flesh and her dress pants are tight across her hips. Stacey wants to get up and stretch but her mother’s grasp is surprisingly Read more…

The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes 8 min on the Ossington 63 Bus (northbound) There was no sleep.  Everyone tells you that. “Get your rest now”.  As if you can draw from these squirreled away rations later.  Little kernels of rest waiting to be cracked open.  In Case of Read more…

The 42nd Parallel John Dos Passos</ 8 min @ Lit on College " I can tell by the look on your face I'm not what you expected me to look like." Morton remained stock still with that bug-eyed look that so irritated Mona. He managed a nod as he stepped Read more…

Ru by Kim Thuy 8 min @ Rooster cafe Sao Mai had cheated to get where she was. The remedies weren’t hers to claim but the dead can’t talk. Even if her mother had been able to denounce her, who would translate the shrill accusations of a half blind Cantonese Read more…

Self-Help by Lorrie Moore 8 min @ the desk, Toronto 4:44  Make a wish.  Wish for a bigger apartment.  Something with a wall between the bed and the table.  You know the wishes don’t work.  Except that one time.  But it was 11:11.  In the morning.  Mornings are hard working the Read more…

I Love Yous Are For White Peopleby Lac Su 5 min @ Starbucks on Bathurst & Queen, 10:54pm Mamma always gots mad when I loses things. Every time I loses something new she would list all the things I losed before. She says that’s why she won’t give me nothing Read more…