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Artistry, humanity, and whatever is left

To the surprise of no one at all, I nearly failed grade eight art. I could pretend that I was one of the greats that were denied critical fame with avant-garde masterpieces, but I won’t. I think back to the artwork I submitted over the years and I remember them as bubbling masterworks of creative … Continue reading

Cheers to that

“If God were alive today, he’d be an atheist.” Cheer licked his lips as he said it. “Believe it. Imagine what it would be like if God were still around. We’d have floods, plagues, and a race of people apparently better than anyone else. What I’m saying is that it would be no different from … Continue reading

Alive and well, Harold Culokowski

He was lonely. If Harold Culokowski were to describe himself in any possible way, that’s what he’d say. Lonely. So when asked by a work questionnaire to describe himself in three words, as he stood sweating in his moderately-expensive plain white dress shirt with a moderately-severe case of baldness, all he could feel was a … Continue reading