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The following is an attempt to make old news new. * The days September 5th, 2012, Published in the Silhouette It’s hard to believe you got here. You – that massive mix of sweat and nerves, with those blue-green-brown eyes and that murky yet blonde-orange-black hair. You’ve done it. Congrats. No one expected you to … Continue reading
The following is part of the continued effort to make sense of my life by seeing what once made sense. It’s a nonsense plan, I guess. * Back and back and back again September 1, 2012, Published in the Silhouette Look around. To your left, the blinding fluorescence of multi-coloured coveralls shimmers. Just to the right … Continue reading
The following is an attempt to immortalize out-of-print words only to have them go out-of-print here. The majority were birthed in the hot incubator at The Silhouette, a campus newspaper in Hamilton. Some were conceived at Incite, an alternative magazine. All, though, are worth keeping. Not because they are good or because I particularly value their arguments – at worst, … Continue reading
My wounds open mouths that drool red wine drunk from a night when bottles become telescopes to look onto the dark sky, a mouth onto itself, with teeth beaming and a tongue that lick oceans into submission, pulsing back to me while my mouth sores become infected, cavities that have no fill, only healing and … Continue reading
A mean poem meaning meaningfulness during our meaningless Mean – yamean? * You didn’t ask to be here, Which is a completely reasonable complaint Given the winters and parents And elbow-climbing bugs that Crawl like you Eat like you Yet do not think like you, But now that you are Ask Why not instead? There is an entire life to … Continue reading
My breath smells in the morning After a night that I can neither Remember or forget But that still went on Somewhere at some time in some place With someone who sucked The air from within And transferred their own Short, violent hiccup That swallowed a tongue And clattered with teeth And whirled spit with spit … Continue reading
Dear dear, Love’s a hard bargain. Out of billions upon billions of people, of which you’ll only meet a few, out of the millions upon millions of those who live in the country you inhabit, of which you didn’t have much say in, out of the thousands upon thousands who you see daily, of which … Continue reading
He bites Where there is no meat Only bone And sweat And fat That sucks a voice Into it Saying There is a rock That does not roll For there is no hill Just land that flattens All into a square Then a line Then a dot So small That it can’t have said to be … Continue reading
Okay, so here’s the story. A man is travelling. He’s a merchant. Moves here. Sells there. Moves somewhere else. Has a family that he’s supporting. Wife and kids. Usual stuff. Takes on an arduous life for them. Migrating and not seeing them and getting money only to send it back, which lets him send more … Continue reading
Dear you, This is a random, admittedly alcohol-induced message. Last time I tried to contact you was no different, except for the uninspiring fact that I peed all over an Amsterdam breakfast. Some things are better dilute, I reckon. I also reckon that you may very well be doing very well (repetition intentional) and that … Continue reading
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