Unsent Love Letter to Virginia Woolf (a poem)

[Scrawled on the steps of 46 Gordon Square, London, England, April 2014]   Dearest Vergie,   It may please you to know I took some time out of my busy itinerary today to visit you in Bloomsbury. I rang, but you must have missed the bell. that’s okay, most of us won’t even have well-wishers... Continue Reading →


The Plaza Paper (A True Story)

I found it half-hidden in the seam of a decorative pillar. A standard white 8.5" x 11", filled with printed text on one-side. The font is size 11 Calibri, Microsoft Word's most recent default. The first thing I can tell is that someone opened the program and started typing before firing it off to the... Continue Reading →

I Only Looked (James Bay, Victoria, B.C.)

There's a house that calls itself Superior somewhere near Menzies Street---   It's setback from the road, a cold huff stuck in its lungs and vines gnarled up the cedars that guard its Western false front---   Overgrown with weeds, maybe a missed paint job or two (goddamn sea breeze), it looked to me like... Continue Reading →

Canada 150 – Coast to Boundless Coast

I know patriot comes loaded with whatever hero narrative your country or culture loves and/or hates. For me, it's somewhat of a slander. It comes with the kind of fanaticism that tears apart populations and upholds borders for the sake of a population's "purity". But I guess in some vague definitions, I am a patriot.... Continue Reading →

Somewhere Up Meander River Way

For the past couple weeks, in my part of the world, there has been a disheartening deep freeze. That damn “polar vortex”. Or for those whose memories stretch past this decade’s latest fad, or don’t care about feigning a peripheral knowledge of meteorology, it’s more cozily known as a “Canadian winter”. Nationalities aside, we are... Continue Reading →

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