““According to Chekhov,” Tamaru said, rising from his chair, “once a gun appears in a story, it has to be fired.””
– Haruki Murakami

Some will stutter, sorry and strange,
Some will smile, weird and wicked.
A gun’s greeting will … more »

It was a day that hammered wrought iron
into our lungs, having gashed our breath
into rapid gasps. We rested cross-legged
on the footpath, watching the cold light
that ebbed from the store engulf us
like shipwrecks. Before us, the … more »

A blue jay pulls his screech
across thresholds of
dawn, tripping me awake.

Somewhere, someone else will
stumble into a room built by
the inevitable, lit with sconces.

My routine gropes for its habits:
ablutions, blinds withdrawn
praise for green … more »

Master Chung tells me most successful taekwondo schools are located in bad
neighbourhoods. Big bullies are best for business, he says. Master Chung is cunning this
way. One day a man in a Patriots jacket walks in. I challenge the … more »


……..thirty-four years struggle for suitcase space
……..from the suffocating smog of a capital city
…… the sandy slopes of an arabian kingdom

class of 1999
…… ripped edges blurred faces folded
……..diploma clutched with … more »

negotiates the smog and smear of my wide windows
slick and smart and self-conscious across the hardwood
Nobody will ever love this city like me
Nobody would want to.

– Rhea Tregebov “Leaving Toronto”

I complain about the heat.
My … more »