It’s 3:33. I think I should make a wish. And then I laugh at myself because I am a grown ass woman and I should be thinking serious thoughts. There’s a pandemic for chrissakes. For the record grown ass people are just as prone to superstitious reflexes as the gaggle Read more
I’ve finished all my Christmas chocolates. The rich dark brick from ChocoSol. The bar from SOMA with decadent cocoa nibs sprinkled across it. The Camino single origin. All gone. These are not bars for binging. They are artisanal, imagine a Lady Danbury eyebrow arch, to be savoured square by square. Read more
She’s tall for a troll. But she shape shifts so that detail might be moot. Sometimes she curls into herself like a cat, a dark mass on the periphery, ill-defined but ever present. Her details are fairly spectacular. Her limbs are long but all the joints are outsized and arthritic. Read more
A. sat politely trying to not fuss with the scratchy tulle detail at the collar of her special dress. She still felt the pinch from the last wearing of the pretty, hateful, Christmas present. It was quick and furtive but precisely aimed at the soft inner skin of her upper Read more
Interview Magazine, Dec/Jan 2013 8 min @ Happy Bones NYC, 1.22.13 Water and light. That is it. That is all the baby needs. They only had one baby. Zoe had picked up the fledgling money tree in Chinatown when they moved into the Parkdale storefront. Garrett didn’t think they’d keep Read more