Monthly Archives: November 2017

Editing (A Rant in 70 Words)

Fuck editing. If there is any part of the writing process that I absolutely detest, it is editing. If the act of writing is like driving a Porsche down a beachside highway on a perfect summer day, then editing is … Continue reading

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Staring Contest

I’ve been having a staring contest with an empty pack of Pall Mall Reds for months now. It’s been bounced around in the wind from the gutter to the grass. It greets me in the morning and I say good … Continue reading

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Dancing Ghosts

A border town jazz band playing old favourites for lovers dancing with the ghosts of their dead spouses. A slow lament for slow moving feet and outside someone tosses a ripped up photograph into the dirt because he caught his … Continue reading

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Airports/Notebook/Montage

The Student Light in a Car is the Low Gas Light. A whole day in a seat. Without a cigarette. Sober/a warm bar downtown and me outside in the rain/so alone/feeling nothing except the rain/aftermath of sleep/concrete digging into the … Continue reading

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