The Arms of Village

            In a field of garbage, when you stoop to retrieve an aluminum can with your lips, you taste a little of what once was in there. EEEE remembers makeshift boots made of tape, and animals darting away. He remembers plastic bags full of alum, the lightest metal, and tracking out of the waste to…

Boston, D.C.

            “Come work in the call centre with me,” says the Indian boy.             “Saying that because you’re drunk,” I tell him.             “Not at all.” He chugs his beer. “Why does a broke boy come to India?”             “Have you ever been to Brandon, Manitoba? Ever experienced being the worst student in Brandon, Manitoba?”…

Random Post

I’m definitely not going to talk about my existence in the current weird world, because I have nothing to add and nothing funny or interesting seems to happen. I got nothing. I do have stuff to write though. As always, appreciate those of you who read. I have some stuff written that I’ll eventually post…

CBC Short Story Contest Results

Well, not great news. I didn’t make the shortlist. Five people out of thirty-two did, and I congratulate them heartily. It isn’t easy getting this far. I figure that only 1% of the entrants got long listed, so that’s something. And this is the second time I’ve been long listed in a row. And once…

Journey’s End

Some of you will know exactly what I mean by this, but when you set out to write and push an idea, you have no idea what you’re really doing. You just put words on a page and stuff comes out. The first draft is so trash. The second draft is make or break, either…