when i left 婆婆’s place

the sky was drooling like an infant  cutting her first tooth  a pink mess of sunset  and saliva  and tender throbbing warmth. the train cried as it hurtled the 27 minutes from seawall to sleepy more »


Saturday morning.

The peaceful crowd forms a circle on the cross of Main and Hastings, fanning out indecisively from the Carnegie Community Centre and on to the crosswalks. The traffic lights continue to flash, green, amber, red, and the last … more »