Category Archives: toronto

Bodies, Watchers, and Magic Doors: A February update

I’m sitting on a bus, my nose pressed to the window. Outside, Ontario morphs into Quebec. It has been about a month since my last update. Of course, in the 21st century, one month feels equivalent to about 80 years. I’m writing this on a Thursday and setting it on an automatic timer, so thatContinue reading “Bodies, Watchers, and Magic Doors: A February update”

Summer 2019 – a retrospective

I’ve been thinking about time travel a lot lately. Not really because there’s any point I’d like to go back or forwards too especially. Recently I experienced jet lag from travel and came to the conclusion that the fourth dimension must have a sense of humour. Time plays tricks on us. We play tricks onContinue reading “Summer 2019 – a retrospective”

What We See in the Smoke

The world we know is coming to an end. How will we connect in the strange and frightening one that’s coming to take its place? What We See in the Smoke twists the genres of realism and science fiction to tell the future history of Toronto, a story that stretches from this millennium to the next.Continue reading “What We See in the Smoke”

I’m Back! Upcoming Book announcement: What We See in the Smoke

Hello, world. Is this thing on? It has been almost an entire year since I last wrote a single blog post. I’ve been keeping things very tight-lipped, close to the chest. My thinking was that I should not discuss any ongoing projects that I wasn’t sure the world was going to see. So I vanishedContinue reading “I’m Back! Upcoming Book announcement: What We See in the Smoke”

Blue-Stained Skies

We beat back the long grey clouds stretching out coating the tops of our skyscraper world and put down hard blankets of the deep chill reaching through the flat-light afternoons to earth. * Long hours long nights long roads long horizons November-February skies mix together into mate tombstone paintings until time strips away mistakes inContinue reading “Blue-Stained Skies”

Poem for a young Jew

Timeless   Do you say you think that I look timeless? Dark rings, dark circles, shadows round and round My brow lined with other people’s secrets She tells me Jewish men never look young.   Is it the beard that hides my too round cheeks? Or the scalp peeking through my too thin hair? TheContinue reading “Poem for a young Jew”

Poem for the Oliver Jones trio at the Bistro

Poem for The Oliver Jones Trio at the Jazz Bistro 11/24/2016 Poetry is Jazz, the words we don’t say. Missing beats and rhythms of fractured minds – Playing the tunes that hang between our words But the truth is, nobody listens to jazz anymore. * Rhythm, deviation, improvisation. Squeeze tight, the world slipping between fingersContinue reading “Poem for the Oliver Jones trio at the Bistro”

Poem for Mystical Landscapes

inspired by the Mystical Landscape exhibit at the Art Gallery of Ontario Standing under Gallery Lights 1899 Shifting tones, ocean glimmers, pulling into its cool depths. I am leaning into a world long gone, But still it is hanging here, waiting for new brushstroke sights Deeper colours than I can say to you.   1898Continue reading “Poem for Mystical Landscapes”

Remembering Mirvish

Crackle lights, cried cheap, cried plenty, cried out our history, A world free flowing – breast beer tap on full. Three stories high here Starry night through broken windows, that was Eddie’s old town. But Ed gone and closed shop and culture ain’t in style no more.   Once, Jewish woman sells underwear there, andContinue reading “Remembering Mirvish”