a car comes to a screeching halt on the slick tough ice that is Montreal. The sound expands from its epicenter, surprising everyone within earshot with suddenly tense shoulders. I was lost on a side street before I regained my original thought; I look crazy. Awareness of insanity is the cruelest side effect of pairs of darting eyes trying to ( Read more... )

the earth is as it should be ( Read more... )

so remember when I said I was leaving my apartment because I'm not getting along with my roomate ( Read more... )

Is it normal when someone you know is in the hospital to obsess over the fact that they might die, even if its not even remotely likely ( Read more... )

Times Square is either the best or the worst representation of American culture

I just spent two hours listening to a guy from Chicago who lives here now playing on his dolsimer. He went to Senegal 3 years ago to learn West African rhythms and we hung out most of the night. While he was playing, I was writing in my journal as I usually do and I began to compile a poem about the experience. This is nothing new. What is new is ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I will ride a greyhound as the first leg of a journey that has been too long in the making. I haven't been to New Orleans since February 2007. I was infatuated with the city in those first few months. My days were always packed with adventures and experiences so radically different to anything I had ever experienced before that I could ( Read more... )

I'm getting out of my apartment. I don't like my neighbourhood, my roommate, the apartment itself. I was not so aware that this is what is making me feel unhappy. I'm going to live alone for the rest of the year. Since I decided this, I have been walking on a cloud. The city is brighter. My hope for the future is before my eyes; like a flat ocean ( Read more... )

if a man got paid to make love,
he'd hate it.

-Charles Bukowski

I was enjoying another last cigarette of the night when I heard syncopated wailing that we all recognize as a baby. I was watching the projection of white and blue lights interrupt each other out of a television set. The baby is screaming because he is unhappy, probably in pain. The television must be distracting. I often wonder if we all want to ( Read more... )