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I’m told you’re a writer. Not really. What do you do then? Some things. Like what? I teach. What? Chemistry sometimes. Do you do chemistry? Not anymore. Then why teach it? I guess because I can, because I did do it for a while. Sounds like an excuse. Maybe. You must’ve not enjoyed it enough. … Continue reading
God may not play dice, but he certainly has a good poker face. Thing is I don’t know if he is bluffing about his cards or about the game. Or maybe, as the puddles of coins shrink and overflow in uneven, unfair proportions, oozing and draining from the sewer grates that are the surrounding hands, … Continue reading
Hey blog. Hi. Are you busy? No. I brought you a present. Here. What’s this for? Your birthday. When was that? Look – I get it. I’m sorry. Me too. No, really. I’m sorry. I missed your birthday. I didn’t wish you on the 21st of April. I’m late. There’s no excuse… But? But… ya. … Continue reading
The following was inscribed into a book of poetry I tied together with spaghetti. * Dear Studio Y Family, You are where I was, which is a roundabout way to say that I wish I was still there and I was with you. I’d shake your hand. Give you a tour. Show you my favourite … Continue reading
The following doesn’t lead anywhere. * The beginning of the end Published in The Silhouette, January 31 2015 Yesterday, I began my last day on this planet. For the beginning of the end, it wasn’t spectacular. Like every other day in recent memory, a groggy, morning sun hung over snow-drunk clouds. A few weak rays peaked … Continue reading
I never won anything, which most losers can’t claim. * How to lose the MSU Elections Published in The Silhouette, January 22 2014 I’m sorry. Really, I am. I’m sorry that you’re knee-deep in this election, I’m sorry that there’s no backing out now without losing your integrity, and I’m sorry that despite all the helter-skelter, … Continue reading
I am the son of a son of a son of the Sun, which is a yellow blob that blobs yellow in my hair, which is a product of happenstance and mutation and love and anything but, which is an anatomical feature that I have and am lucky enough to share with my family who … Continue reading
You are always useful, even when bloated with the dread and emptiness that makes you crawl outside, find a utility pole, clawing up and up with fingernails uncut and hair adrift like the logs you saw swimming in the ocean when you were six, sawed redwoods with no life jackets and no branches and leaves, just like … Continue reading
Last week was spent where blue meets blue: Vancouver. I bounced around from discussing medical pedagogy to particular forms of literary criticism to eating fresh Pacific salmon. I walked along a beach. I stood at the base of mountains. I had never been to Vancouver before. The brush of green against gray, the inevitable rain … Continue reading
I don’t agree with the following anymore and I don’t agree with my disagreement either. * Daily Dose: Feminism without women Published in The Silhouette, January 21 2015 Ladies, hold on to your knickers. Things are going to get messy for what follows in a pudding-like consistency is an argument for feminism without women. Listen. I … Continue reading
