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…

Soft sunrays breached the curtains of Mrs. Aritzia. Specks of light on her powdery comforter, and when she opened her blue e- Woah, wait. No. She wakes up way too late for that. The sun was already out, and she woke up. She had her dog fetch her coffee. Dressed like a butler, the dog…

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…

Here’s a drawing I made when I was in Vancouver Island. I am measuring places by what art I made there.

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…