A note from the land of Obvious: Nothing lasts forever. Especially not people. I didn’t have a large family to begin with but I”m down to one grandparent and one parent. I don’t know how many months or years there are before I”m orphaned but the reality is, time is limited. Friends and acquaintances come and go… connections get dropped, we lose touch, life gets busy. Sometimes, unbeknownst to us, we get psychic reminders to Read more
My Booky Wook by Russell Brand 8 min @ my desk, Toronto Fuck. Seriously? Every single time… Just once, a break. Please God. The brother had a gimp leg and a curdled smell to his breath. He had cornered her by the big speaker at the corner. The bass shattered through her anorexic frame. She had asked about the family lineage hoping to ingratiate herself and thereby get a little closer to the Gypsy King. Epic Read more
The voices have been busy again. The Beater-Upper is particularly loud. My issue with her is that she is shrill and relentless. I know I messed up, I don’t need the shrewish nagging in my inner ear. It’s throwing off my balance. I’m trying to move forward but I can’t focus clearly. I don’t mind that I’ve screwed up. It took a finger load of decades to recognize and accept the imperfect moments will outnumber Read more
I Was Told There Would Be Cake by Sloane Crosley 5 min @ Ideal coffee If only I could remember the time when my stomach didn’t clench and spasm at the thought of milk, the smell of coffee or even cigarettes. Smokes and lattes had been the goddam staples of my diet since the age of fifteen. Of course it started innocuously enough with Craven M and double double drip coffee from the donut place at Read more
It was an extra busy week last week. Lots of racing from appointment to audition to rehearsal, squeezing in last-minute appointments for wardrobe fittings and trying to be on time for all of it. (I was up for the challenge.) But as I bobbed and wove my way through the congested downtown streets I noticed I was slipping back into an old habit. It’s easier to not drop a few coins into a hat or Read more
Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein 5 minutes before bed, Toronto She sat on the cooler, the bubbly sweetness tickling down her throat. The soda wasn’t cold enough yet but it tasted creamier when it wasn’t cold. That’s what she thought but Serena always argued differently. Serena insisted they bury the Tahiti Treats at the bottom of the cooler as soon as they started their shift so they would be properly chilled by the first Read more
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