I suppose I imagined it. When my brother is brought up, I hear the condolences, sentiment manufactured, is still a sincere gesture. But I imagined someone asking me If I miss him, right after. A tiny glimpse of compassion, for a moment reminding me, grief is the brother of love. And he demands to be…

There was a time in life when it was apparent that every man needed some time alone. It’s less obvious now. You’d have to rip open a space in a consciousness to get it. I do miss the days when I was free from spectators. Cold night, and walking in circles. But walking was never…

Growing inches from the day I’m born. Limbs unfolding, and the mind unravelling. Only to find that no matter how far into look into someone, I see halos. I’m not concerned with the good. I have seen them all my life. In my pursuit, I’ve lost my tidings. I’m looking for the devil that’s in…

“I didn’t know it was anything wrong,” says he. Everyone talks with a tone drawn from a certain central theme in their life. My sister identified mine as, according to her, the tone and base of someone always insufferably self-advocating. And that’s true, what’s wrong with that? Should I not make it explicitly clear at…

Project Title: TBD Shoot Location: WPG Concourse Director: Ash Compensation: My absolute care (conditional) Seeking: An individual who can authentically portray a regular customer who is constantly performing a “nice guy.” Must look handsome from all angles; tall, 6 feet and up, no more than 6’1”. Dark hair, wide-eyed. We want dispassion, a mute sense…

Imagine me clearing my throat before I say this … one of my favorites came to tell me, actually-  how it really happened : In the underground tunnels of Downtown Winnipeg, measured footsteps blessed the orange tiles with his steps. His cape, long as hell. Crown blinding bystanders, shiny particles of dust wafting off of…

“A morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs” – from some book by someone. Friendship with me is tax heavy, it feels good till the deadline. I’m selfish. There’s no way around it. I’m expecting you to read my mind, sense my mood, adjust, tie my shoelaces. My mom and dad used to do…

“No, I didn’t. I mean, I looked at the book and knew I wouldn’t like it, so I picked up something else. You should read that one. It’s great,” the self-proclaimed people pleaser says. Here I thought I had coasted the seven seas and would never again feel the glee of amusement. It’s no surprise…

I have never seen him shy.When I was young, he would swift away The curtains deftly, without a word — Urging. Just before we would leave the hotel,He would pat down my coat,Summon a tissue to wipe an invisible stain.Always preoccupied, him and me.We spoke different languages,And I could barely stand to look him in…

I met my Al at my best,Lines raking the edge of his eyes, Burnt at the neck,An old cat.I wish I could say beautiful, But he was invasive, warmth creeping in.If I looked away, his voice unbuttoned My being.It’s always cold in this city, The moment I step away for My beloved cigarette.She reminds me…

My friend, Jordan. One of those moments you don’t remember the first time you met. But you guys know I remember. He’s my reference point. When I think about him, I think about Florida and ordering take out, and walking to Dunkin’ Donuts in the evening and no matter how hard I tried to blow…

I have this one customer who keeps me sharp. I have the second one to test it out on. These two, black and white foxes, orbit me. And though my posture is steel, it softens around the two. People don’t like jokes – they either like the person who makes the joke, or maybe we’re…