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 now the belly was roiling and sweet gas was brewing and it would be a long night. Sherrit knew how to shop only by smell. 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 focused on her, but a spot on her. She stayed focused on his lips. It was as if he was wearing reversed lip liner, the 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 turning, yes I know this. And I’m sure each follower and subscriber would forgive the lapse. But I was really hating the idea that 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 his stutter. No, he needed the food. “You want your lunch you have to pay for it.”. That’s what she’d said. He hadn’t seen her Read more…
the present moment. that’s all there is. right here. right now. and that’s the manifest for this week… be where you are. fully. commit to being present. and enjoy. enjoy your moments people.
Crafted on Ossington The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Juno Diaz This was really happening. Her mother was sitting there under the yellow floor lamp she had found over on Rusholme. Sitting cross legged like the yogi she never was. That was the first clue, or should have been. But Linn didn’t understand this wasn’t a dream until her mother, dead for two months, instructed her quite clearly to look at her hands. Read more…
five minutes @ my desk, Toronto, ON Ayurveda: The Science of Self-Healing by Dr. Vasant Lad “I call bullshit.” He pronounced it like a five-year old making up the rules as he went. On the spot. Just like that, a chapter closes. She blinked the slowest, lazy cow like blink of detachment she could muster. She just didn’t have the energy. She was trying to carry the load on this one but it wasn’t making it lighter. Read more…
So many voices. So many voices inside my head that when I was ten I worried I’d inherited the crazy gene. I had heard the stories about the crazy aunt in Jamaica. I had my own memories of her, so faded I had to squint to remember but the craziness was clear, and I’d experienced them firsthand. Curses and needle pricks, white ghosts running barefoot underneath the house. I worried that if it wasn’t already in Read more…