Tag Archives: writing

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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Nothing for the Page

I have nothing for this page tonight I have nothing to give and nothing to say. Nothing decent anyway. I wrote letters today just to put words on the page but I wrote them with a perfunctory sense of duty … Continue reading

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Feed

You’re never too old to rescue an animal in need At a dog café Dockside at the lake wet paw-prints footprints looking like dance steps The golden rule made into advertisement A slow moving turtle on a log A lake … Continue reading

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Chicago, and The Harbinger of Death

Since I’ve been here, I’ve grown to fear hearing the song You’re the Inspiration by the band Chicago. “Here” is a kind of purgatory: It always begins on June 4th:I live my everyday life, I go for walks in the … Continue reading

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