I got out of my saggy, double bed at 4 Saturday morning. usually, at daybreak, little brown finches tap at my window with their beaks. perhaps they see their reflection and are trying to reach another bird. My homestay mother says they come to this window every year at this time. On this day though, it was too early for my little friends. I sat at ( Read more... )

I hit the floor fast after my run-in with the guy in Moncton. I spent a few days crying, and another few weeks wanting to die. I couldn't go a few minutes without thinking about him, imagining what might have happened, and thinking that my life had completely gone down the crapper and that it was time to just give up on everything. It was an ( Read more... )

at one month before the end of my days at the station ( Read more... )

I moved into a new place and got hooked up to the internet at home for the first time in six months. I have only room for my kitchen/living room, a little bedroom, and a bathroom. All this for $525, all included. My parents came while they were visiting and the first thing they said was how small it was. The Rogers' cable guy said the same thing. ( Read more... )

i won't talk to you again for another year ( Read more... )

woke up at noon this morning and the world was full of snow. for most civilians, that means you can go back to sleep. not i. i reside in that gray world of being neither an office pencil pusher, or a true member of officialdom. i am a quazi-civilian, drifting in a world where all important people think i should go away; however, i am paid to be ( Read more... )

They say smell is the sense that trigers memory most strongly, but those studies are wrong. Because Heroin by Lou Reed is sitting in Shannon's car while she drived up Blanchard street ( Read more... )

The soundtrack of our lives.

“I’m nearly falling at her feet,
she’s nearly falling down on me”I’m sixteen in my basement bedroom, where my bed and dresser leave hardly enough space for a floor. I don’t wash my hair in the morning ( Read more... )

for the chance to see you again
i would pay, drive hours out of town,
to the place you aren’t going to go
for the chance that maybe.
sleep on others couches
and watch
and then
i’d know
already knew
that you had made some sort of mental pact
to never exchange a glance
again.

i bought a guitar this weekend ( Read more... )