So. I’ve been dying to ask you

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

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Susie’s birth, and first years

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

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Quit classes. Quit jobs.

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

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words

I love them.  I love to soak in the soothing warmth of them and then wrap myself in their cashmere softness.  Sometimes I inhale a perfect cluster of them that clears my head in a eucalyptus rush.  Sometimes they come at me aggressively, all sharp angles and pointed jabs.  And Read more

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