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 that … Continue reading Bodies, Watchers, and Magic Doors: A February update
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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 on … Continue reading 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 can rsvp for free with this link here: https://www.facebook.com/events/385892755395258/
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 vanished … Continue reading I’m Back! Upcoming Book announcement: What We See in the Smoke
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. 1898 … Continue 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, and … Continue reading Remembering Mirvish
Ben Berman Ghan 