Imperfect on Purpose
I read an article on how to improve an artist’s statement a few weeks ago. At first, it made me self reflect which is a nicer way of saying what actually happened. I fretted, as you do, about my life as I faced a truth I’ve known this whole time: my online presence is...
Renting Provides Misery and Tumult
It is Sunday and I should be in bed listening to my Sable original soundtrack on my record player. It’s my ritual of peace and joy to start my week right. Instead, I’m in my car at the waterfront, a place I haunt when things are going wrong. I stare into the rippling...
Here there be dragons…
Our cities glitter in the distance though all that glitters is not gold, I know. If they were gold, those cities— no matter how pretty— would be mined to and fro, back and forth we’d go as we excavate the ruins of ourselves. Mine and mine, and yours and yours would...
The Lore of the Blood Tree
There was little comfort in the silence that enveloped the cottage that night. It managed to dig its way in through every crevice, every crack in the walls. To Leander, there wasn’t a sound loud enough to make it stop—there was nothing that could overpower the...
I wish I had a war cry, but all I have is words
My heart may be on fire my air choked with smoke and it feels like spring, birds chirping when the world should just go to sleep, rest Exposed skin in January maked easier the cut to bleed cursed to witness Angels fall as I watch electric sky seas and lights on...
V.S. A Short Story (2021)
The air was fragrant with the scent of rain and budding spring. As though awakened from hibernation, the city bustled with renewed fervour as the harsh winter melted into growth and hope; people and animals alike savoured the sunshine and impending warmth. In other...