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…… Read more “Bodies, Watchers, and Magic Doors: A February update”
Category: toronto
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…… Read more “Summer 2019 – a retrospective”
Local book signing!
Hi Torontonians! I’m doing a signing of What We See in the Smoke in my own neighbourhood! Come join me on Sunday for a reading and chat! You…… Read more “Local book signing!”
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…… Read more “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,…… Read more “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…… Read more “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…… Read more “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 –…… Read more “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…… Read more “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…… Read more “Remembering Mirvish”
