Poetry: The Funnel And The Straw
he sneers as he stumbles
that crack in the sidewalk keeps getting bigger
he turns his head south to hide the salt
so no one sees the fool
he wonders where his harp is
to lull him out of this obscurity
he’s read it in books, he’s seen it on the television
someone comes in to reveal the sun
the grey day doesn’t [...]
Poetry: Moveable
Walls are broken And then rebuilt up Usually stronger and higher than they were before
Scaling is impossible Climbing unforeseeable There is no gear to help the wall be [...]
Back Of The Class
When is enough, enough?
When do you sit back and, after all the perceptions, all the balancing of what you want and he wants, do you say, "I can’t take anymore and I’m walking away?"
There are times I think I haven’t given enough.
I haven’t been patient enough to see all angles. To even begin too [...]
Poetry: Smoke Signals From Cabbagetown
this executioner only has keys in his hands. the dog is safe but nothing is right.
he sees red when he hears even the corner of the room isn’t a reprieve from this [...]
Fiction: Holding On
She couldn’t see the silver lining in this particular cloud.
What had started out as a rolling, bubbly cotton ball had turned dark; incendiary, even.
She knew her response wouldn’t be fast, it’d be slow.
There’s been too much drama in her life for her to fall into that trap again and she wasn’t about to [...]
This Fog
Lost.
The word denotes so many images that crop up in your mind.
Lost in a city, a place, a building, a time in your life or an object that can’t be found.
I feel lost right now.
Lost in the sense that I don’t know where I am in time or space and I’ve had [...]
The Change
Am I that resistant to change? That placed in my cemented footprints that I just can’t see anything else?
Tonight there was a meeting at work and the situation is being altered.
I’d known about it for about two weeks now but seeing it in front of me, the new schedule rolled [...]
The Monster Under The Stairs
I’m not sure if it was the noise that woke me up on Thursday at 8:45 or it was just my body being pulled from sleep.
The yelling is the first thing I remember. Words like, "stupid", "bitch", and "fuck" were punctuated through the muffling floor.
Then the banging started that shook my bed and not [...]
Swimming Upstream
Who says you can’t go home again?
My, God, last night was fun. Just mind blowing fun.
So the night started out with me having the evening off from work which was a treat to be sure and one that was an unexpected gift.
That was my trick or treat. It was the gravy that [...]