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There was a death. Two days before, I saw him, head dunked into the carcass of a car. The sun shone on his belly. It played it like a drum. He laughed. I said I would see him a day from then, in another city, under another sky. It was supposed to be sunny then … Continue reading
i have been preoccupied recently with measuring the size of all things. for example, my mother’s smile, how the edges of it flutter on the surface of the moon during a spotless night and simultaneously on the bright stage i have walked across during graduation. it is a fascination, a careful, educated observation that all … Continue reading
i am sat down slapped on the back fed beer after beer firmly told that i am a catch there are many women here i am told to look around my belly lurches it is all coming up kacper you will be fine you are fine it is all coming out i return from the … Continue reading
how is it that after all this time i am still here writing these words that have gone no where certainly not to you * cut it out cut it all out remove the phone destroy the mailbox demolish the hydro towers stamp out the flames massacre the pigeons chop off all the hands cut … Continue reading
Things have never been worse. It’s in the creakiness of the economy, the deflationary flop of your dollar, the way your pants no longer fit anymore. It’s in the sloppiness of the hasty mornings, the way they spill over like slush into the afternoon. It’s in the business meetings where you yawn audibly, in the … Continue reading
Sometimes I wonder why I am still in this city and I will see a pigeon with a wing broken and its bone sticking out and its wobbling into traffic and I rush to save it only to be greeted by a man from Bulgaria, a man with an accent like a muffler and a … Continue reading
If there is anything I think we are meant to do in this lifetime, it is to do everything to ensure others can think about anything livelily. In medicine, I often see the reverse. People are fed disinformation. They’re sick and dying and grasp on to whatever floats while they sink. Any advice is good, … Continue reading
You and him, Marriage wastes. I have seen the fumbling fall of my grandparents, the way that has been years since they have really spoken to each other, how their hands forget what it means to be held, though the wrinkles keep the memories of worn adoration. I have watched my parents tussle over divorce … Continue reading
Office. Mid-noon. Hunger depressing into tunneling thought like a bad screensaver. Burgers. Fries. Que the bad screensaver. A smorgasbord of family pictures perforate the embattled monitor. They are discoloured and warped. A Post-it-note on the top corner reads ‘fix computer’. It too is yellowed, curling, bending like the finger of the elderly woman now on … Continue reading
This is something I wrote for a fashion company I worked for that made me wear. * The future is a shaky present, a blowback to a past that is either forgotten accidentally or otherwise never digested fully. It’s a never-ending nowhere, a hope to put a flag onto a land that has no country. … Continue reading
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