Amy had loved heights from ever since she was a little lump in her papa’s arms. People never believe that she has memories of seeing the world from great heights before her first birthday. But she remembers being strapped to her father’s chest and watching the world pass by as they walked down the shady east Toronto streets. Pops was 6’4″ so she spent the first years enjoying an elevated vantage point. But Amy Read more
Kyla wipes the black smudges from the corners of her eyes while watching him sleep. His breath is deep and thunders softly in his chest. But he is not fully snoring. Kyla is glad about this. She chews the inside of her lip as she counts through the positions they tried last night. She’s not finished but she stops when she tastes iron. A small black shadow just dashed under the bed and Kyla Read more
‘be careful it’s raining’ It is Marta’s mantra. The words are spray-prainted on an umbrella her roommates made for her while she was juggling five lovers. At first Kim had tried to Sharpie the mantra onto an actual condom. Epic fail. They all howled with laughter sitting around the aqua blue table in their sunny yellow Los Angeles kitchen. Marta never gets to use it but she loves that fucking umbrella. Marta thrills every time they call Read more
8 min, 2.21.13 @ ezra’s pound on Dupont Ave, TO inspired by conversation snippet and couple feeding each other “Do you want a bite of this? You should taste it, it’s still warm. Omygod. So good” She’s extending the chocolate chunk cookie to him, so close to his mouth he could stick out his tongue and lick it. So he does. Candyce grimaces smally. Her eyes cloud over just a little and a tight smile Read more
A lot of what I learned about love I learned from the movies. This made for unnaturally high expectations. My twenties were a perpetual quest for the lightening bolt of drama and passion. Except that I shied away from confrontation. The template in my head involved overcoming crazy odds, battling gridlock traffic, chasing ‘the one’ down the street and then kissing in the rain. Musical serenades were bonus. I eventually began to suspect that the Read more
inspired by Hope on a Tightrope by Cornel West, 8 min 2.19.13 @ my desk “Well ain’t this a stitch. Huh Eddie?” Marie whispers the words because she is losing breath. She is numb from the waist down but she feels a sharp stab when she chuckles. There isn’t anything funny about the bookcase pining her to the carpet. Well maybe a little. “Fer crissakes you must be pissin yourself over this one, huh Eddie?” She was Read more
8 min in bed, 2.18.13. inspired by The Body Artist by Don DeLillo It is a dark and silent night outside the shed. It is a shed filled with books and bugs and a bright yellow light. A random edifice of kindness. The sign at the edge of the road says ‘giVe a BoOK-geTA BooK-or $3 A TiTle’. A lending library/bookstore on the edge of a farm in the middle of nowhere. She is already hours Read more
inspired by banter between client and masseuse @ Tuina on Dundas St W, TO 8 min, 2.15.13 @ my desk Lucas heard the question but the foul odor from the other side of the wall distracted him. It wasn’t really a wall but a ruby hued floral bed sheet hung across the middle of the kitchen. Ming had told him her grandmother’s ‘room’ was on the other side. That was the first night she had invited him back Read more