This tag is associated with 5 posts

Nothingness and what’s left

I am convinced that there is nothing in this world like love, except for when love is torn away, ends, is no more, and will be no more for there is nothing in this world like love. * To watch the news is to learn what it is to feel old and helpless. * I … Continue reading

Writing a wrong

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 days

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

Back and back and back again

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

A farewell to journalism as we knew it

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