Exquisite Corpse

Maddy worked in Tech Support, but if you were new, and she was in a cheeky mood, she might’ve introduced herself as Mad Bra—her nerdy jo...

We drove along a sandy track, skidding occasionally, but mostly riding the spoor like a ball in a bowling lane gutter. Rounding a curv...

Full of rage, she goes to the park to walk it off and formulate her rebuttal, but writes this instead: Buzz of beating wings, chitter, cha...

Happy is the serenity of the early morning walk in the park Still dark The quiet lays over life like a weighted blanket The people speak s...

The subway home from high school would drop me off on the southside of Bloor, out the rear entrance, and across the parking lot to the ...

I was five and Jonesing for candy. Only Drouillard Road and childhood penury stood between me and Sweet Tarts. I had to sell my art. Still c...

I’m not sure why, because it wasn’t part of my upbringing, but art makes me happy. It doesn’t happen at first sight. For my first half...