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The following should be acquitted from judgement. * Daily dose: Why you should quit January 9th, 2014, Published in The Silhouette I was told that if you’re going to do something, you might as well do it right the first time. Otherwise you might find yourself wondering what the hell went wrong with your hands … Continue reading
The following made me sick. * Daily Dose: Vaginal Swabs and Grand Openings January 8th, 2014, The Silhouette It was the vaginal swabs that caught my eye first. In wire thin black marker, the words were embossed on a plain white box. The corners of the white cardboard were ruffled, a deep crevice bled into … Continue reading
The following says nothing at all, and so too does this. * Writing a wrong September 20 2012, Published in the Silhouette It’s Saturday night again. Sun-kissed blonde hair sprinkles in front of your face as you sip the cold coffee on your desk. Your eyes hurt but you cannot rub them. Not now. Not … Continue reading
The following is neither art nor science. It is an opinion’s piece, an euphemism for custodial business on weekends. It is also inspired by Feyman’s “On Beauty” interview. * Fitting the universe on a snowflake September 14 2012, Published in the Silhouette I’m sorry. It might be bad to begin with an apology, and it … Continue reading
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
