if it wasn't complicated ( Read more... )

sometimes i wish i believed in you ( Read more... )

i sat on a kitchen floor, sleepy; knees to chin with loud black scars on my ankle visible. proud. alarming.
and he casually mentioned "of course, the macmaster interview process is reknowned to be frightening and based largely on talking."
confident, i rejoindered; "have i ever really had a problem with that?"
but he went on, unperturbed my by heavy ( Read more... )

i have on my desk right now, the details for the "Queens University Philosophy Department: Meaning of Life Essay Competition"

first the sign caught my eye on some bulletin, and i thought - hmm, apoorvaTRON, you can sort of write stuff, why don't you give that a shot? easy right, i mean - the meaning of life, even though its been the purpose of many ( Read more... )

i feel like i'm somehow obligated to give the standard apoorva, standard anti-consumerist, left wing "genuinely sentimental, not hallmark sentimental", what does this day celebrate except standard oppressive gender-role conformism replayed in the tawdry eyes of what we like to understand as romance, does this emphasize that we are all truly alone, ( Read more... )

the world whispers in my ear while i sleep.

just when i thought, i was getting settled, satisfied with what small things to come,
with the books on my bookshelf, the maps on my wall, with understanding that bulawayo is a small
incomprehensible dot bordering the kalahari desert, a wide sand-coloured expanse
with big black lettering in the middle K A L ( Read more... )

EWB COFFEEHOUSE: SINGING POVERTY AWAY!!

when: thursday, february 8th at 19h00 (7:00PM)

where: Degrees Diner, 2nd Floor University Centre, University of Manitoba Fort Garry Campus

who: Sheena Grobb and Grant Davidson - awesome performers and phenomenally talented individuals!

what: raising money for EWB's overseas programming - specifically to support 2 ( Read more... )

i am a work in progress and the progress is often slow and dreary ( Read more... )

i am listening to charlie mingus ( Read more... )

i don't want to go tomorrow.
i don't want to stand there and have you all collectively remind me - remind us
that inelegant truth, the didactics of being this half
that we are eyes and hips and lips and thighs, that we are somehow elegant
hair tumbling seductively over smooth uncovered shoulders
bare venuses rising from some unknown bivalve in a white ( Read more... )