Exquisite Corpse

The month of March makes its entrance like a thirteen-year-old who doesn’t know how to brush or (dare I say) wash his hair or even how to m...

Ricky’s twenty one and Jackie’s nineteen but she’s done things he’s never dreamed She’s got a devil’s smile, angel’s lips, she’s drawin...

Dear Bra,      I remember when we first met. You were thrust upon me in shame. Society could not bear the nipples of a pre-teen. But our rel...

Remember that part in Flashdance where the blow-torch lady is talking to the guy she likes, and while she’s talking, she’s taking off her b...

Chris and I sit in an Ottawa bar and read her old diary from 1976. At first with theatrical angst, but then more thoughtfully. Here we are ...

Things are different when you travel. Firm standards become fluid. Take laundry. A seasoned traveller avoids it entirely. A shirt you’d neve...

We drive along Lakeshore, passing by the garbage-strewn encampments and cracked pillars under the Gardiner. We turn down the New Cherry St. ...

Paint a picture of the grasslands Take a photo of the soul Over ritual plains and rivers Heavy winds are this way blowing Running wit...

It was a still and grey afternoon. Perfect weather mood for a Saturday matinee. We left the theatre jacked to put our moves into place. That...

We seemed to be hitting it off, so I offered to get her home. All I really wanted was to extend the evening a little, a walk through the sn...

Back in my card-carrying PETA undergrad, I played a rainy-day game called “Splash the Bunny”. I’d drive my Dodge Dart dangerously close to ...

Sully was running late for an 8 A.M. That was the thing about beer league, you took ice time when you could get it, even 10 P.M. He was stil...

New snow covers all sorts of eyesores—garbage, dog poo, the debris of life littering my yard, general dilapidation. A wonderful façade until...

It had been snowing again when I fell asleep, then some hours before dawn I was awoken by a bright light. Maybe a car had pulled into the ...

If only we paused Netflix and took ten minutes to clear that measly strip of snow, so our elderly could walk. If only we didn’t treat our st...

With the house came an extra sixteen feet of responsibility I hadn’t anticipated—not after years of soft apartment living, insulated from ...

“Horseshit” was dad’s word. Mom, with her Enfant-chien-de-merde preferred her own strangely compounded French. My Detroit cousins cursed in...

Dad was not one for salty language. He dropped occasional mild blasphemies and a scatological term of German origin in moments of crisis, li...

Hearing is muffled after a blast. Saturated by bright flames, your eyes hurt and you shut them tight. You swallow smoke. Taste it on your to...

The fuel burning furnace shot out a spark. I see it land on a newspaper pile and catch. I tell my housemate this. They say, “You’re an ex...