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Memento Mori

For some, preparation for death starts early, even in childhood, with first thoughts about what happened to grandpa, where did he go? What is he doing? Will I see him again? Ever after this, speculation will lurk in the back of your mind, not rising to the level of obsession, […]

Shadow Man

Shadow Man The first time I saw him was in a mall, of all places. I don’t go to malls if I can help it, but it was Christmas and I happened to be working in Toronto at the time, so I headed to the Queen Street Mall — maybe […]

The Big Day

Earle came awake feeling like shit as usual.  Another lousy day of walking the streets, looking for work, panhandling for enough change for a bottle of rotgut, checking out the chicks … there was frost on the window again.  Wasn’t winter supposed to be over?  Christ.  He lay there for […]

Saturday Angel

I first see her crawling across the sand toward the water’s edge a game?  If so where are the others? Or if not what? a girl not a child crawling red shorts and a red T-shirt shiny black hair  curving in to end at her jawline crawling a few feet […]

Visiting the 50s

I have a project. The plan is to organize the boxes of completely randomized detritus stacked in the basement. The last box I opened had apparently not been explored for almost half a century. As I pulled stuff out of it, old photos, dead batteries, college souvenirs and snapshots from […]

Why I Write

The therapeutic value of writing takes several forms. First there is the actual connection of a pen with paper. A fountain pen is best for this, and a nice smooth heavy vellum. You can lose yourself in this process, the troubles of the world falling away as the ink flows […]

Oscar, Is That You?

Tabatha sat frozen in the drivers seat of her 2003 Toyota Corolla, her hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. She loved this car. It wasn’t pretty to look at. It had several dents and scratches, and the paint was chipping in a few spots, but it was paid for […]