When we were young, my parents would take us on long winter road trips to Red Mountain and Silver Star. We didn’t do much as a family, but we skied. The five of us would cram into our Toyota Turcel, packed to the hilt with equipment, clothes, blankets, pillows, and enough mandarin oranges to stave… Continue reading I’d say please (please). I’m your man.
Nova Scotia is new Scotland. It is my Scotland. Nova Scotia is a dark and stormy coast that births brave and beautiful people who dance and sing and make music that is perfect and pure. Halifax is that feeling in your heart. That ache and crest. That inconceivable rush when you kiss someone for the… Continue reading Farewell to Nova Scotia
Do you remember that moment when you realized music was more than just music? Can you pinpoint that infinitesimal, and yet life-changing moment, when art was no longer just a picture on a wall? When you understood that stories make worlds, and break worlds? That second when they first made your heart, and then ripped… Continue reading If I had a wish I’d wish for more of this
Let’s write a story. Together. Let’s start with the idea of an environment and a technology. Something unimaginably old that people use every day, but aren’t too concerned about it when they do. Hmmm. What else is tied to our perception of reality? Politics, perhaps – but could our fascination with bureaucratization be enough to… Continue reading Stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you
Tonight, I am electric to the touch. A wriggling, giggling eel. A lamplighter in the dark. A wicked wick. Today, I wrote. My lower back, a crooked crick. My bum, an indent. Bad posture, and too much tea. Today, I ran with legs a fire. Tonight, I walked. My cheeks, poppy flesh. My lips, stung… Continue reading Think back to when