The tedious and the astonishing
Strife at first light. Fear for breakfast.Daily meal of hostility.All this is tedious. Hate is tedious.The man shaking his fist behind his windshield,behind his...
Strife at first light. Fear for breakfast.Daily meal of hostility.All this is tedious. Hate is tedious.The man shaking his fist behind his windshield,behind his...
Sometimes the stars align. As it turned out, one of the modules of the SFU writing course I’m taking asked for a nonfiction piece based on an interview. I didn’...
The idea of what &nbs...
Let them say that he wrote crap poetry but that he loved the sound and feel of words: words, names, two, three or twenty at a time, coming together like sprocke...