Sandles, painted toenails parched throat a stand at the edge of the beach selling sodas and popsicles off-brand but sugar-saturated all the same a pack of shredded gum with flavour particles “guaranteed” to last “all day” a taste like rosehips and the texture of chalk dust moisture in the throat, though as the sun reaches […]Read more "moisture in the throat, though – a poem of sorts"
sassafras scar mansion subterrannean pleasure dome messes made unapologetic destiny slept in today — Logan BrightRead more "destiny slept in today: a poem of sorts"
Communications consultant Sara Herfstadter pulled out of the concrete parking garage and onto highway 9, with little traffic impeding her. When she came to the Chipesten Bridge, though, she found it closed. Cursing softly, she made an aggressive U-turn that caused a driver in a beige Civic to lay on the horn. Sara knew there […]Read more "the Chipesten bridge: a story circle"
E5 F5 simulated psycho E5 G5b9 simulated psychopath E5 F5 simulated psycho E5 Bb5b9 path E5 F5 simulated psycho E5 G5b9 simulated psychopath E5 F5 simulated psychopath G5b9 Bb5b9 is gonna catch you in the bath C7 D-7 bubbles go a-poppin’ as his C7 D-7 cleaver goes a-choppin’ and he’s C7 leavin’ lots of evidence […]Read more "simulated psychopath: a song"
I have two acoustic guitars and neither of them has the right number of strings. I lack a particular plastic piece that will help me to change them. I ride my ratty bike the two kilometres to the fanciest music store on Bloor Street – maybe the fanciest in the city – and traipse through […]Read more "biking on bloor: a story circle"
chiaroscuro portraits – a story circle Chiaroscuro portraits on her bedroom wall. She tunes the radio with a smooth glide of her wrist, but hears nothing but static. Beads of sweat emerge at her brow, and she goes over to her collection of records – a few dozen scuffed 45s stacked in milk crates. Her […]Read more "chiaroscuro portraits: a story circle"
charioteer: a story circle amber plating on the side of a gold-ringed chariot squeaky axle gleaming a charioteer in agony and brass plate, on foot to the armoury an absent attendant rummaging, the charioteer gets the grease a gauntleted hand on his shoulder; he’s spun sent back to the start with the grease and a […]Read more "charioteer: a story circle"