I was a healthy baby. No issues there. It’s when I grew older that I felt a corruption sinking into me. The need for money. For safety and security, to the exclusion of other people. I’ve tamped much of that. I try to help as much as I can. I work in a field committed […]
The Death of Trent Lewin
It’d be easy to kill him. You just wipe him away, and there he goes. Erase him, and call him something else. Give him a new voice. I’ve thought about doing that. Who am I, anyway? Writing, writing, writing, as though I’m good at it. Like I have a place in the world. I’ll tell […]
An Awfully Short Post with a Very Long, Awkward Title
Sitting in the sunshine, listening to David Gilmour play a Kate Bush song. A dragonfly buzzes by. Hi, dragonfly. How are you? Leave me alone, I’m searching for a mate. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. You can use my lawn for breeding purposes, if you wish. I’m pretty sure some rabbits procreated on my grass. […]
The Brume on the Far-Off Land
A Modern Guide to Interracial Romance: Love Songs of the Empty Mall
“I can take you at this counter,” says a woman to my wife. “We’re together,” I tell her. I take a credit card out of my phone case and wait to wave it over a handset as a cashier who looks like she’s a high school kid folds clothes and puts them in […]
A Day in the Life of Bipartisan Bandit Trent Lewin
Wake up. There’s shit in my shoes. A diaper in my cereal. But there’s also coffee in my mug, and then it’s in my gut, and after that I don’t care where it goes, as long as it gets its job done, the job it needs to do on my brain, in this age of […]
Where I Write
I woke up this morning, and I couldn’t get out of bed. It was so cold. We don’t keep the house overly warm. It’s expensive and inefficient. My toes were cold. I hate having them under the covers, I suppose that’s the main reason. My office is crazy. It overlooks a food forest, a garden […]
Bollywood vs Western Storytelling
East Meets West Picture this. A musty basement, carpeted, coloured light sconces, leather barstools around a padded bar, bottles sitting on glass shelves. Furnace room off the bottom of the stairs, and a television against the far wall. Two small windows, barely big enough for you to crawl out of. Enter Bollywood, […]
You Cannot Have Kids and Be a Writer
For my friend Matticus, who is raising a young family and striving to write at the same time. I have quite a few kids. Let’s say it’s a number that’s more than three, and they’re all young. I also have an executive-level job that keeps me ridiculously busy, but most importantly, pays the bills. I’ve […]
Thief, Liar, Parent
I don’t know how to choose between a heavy duty water gun and a mini replica arcade game. Just get him an app, I think. A gift card so that he can download what he wants. “Are you going to move?” says a little voice. It’s a girl, maybe seven. Brown curls and […]