Listen to me, butterfly. There’s only so much wine. —Phoebe Bridgers Sometimes, on a journey, you have no idea where you’re going. Those are the best types. I’ve promised myself that I won’t publish fiction on the blog anymore. Why? Because I got addicted to the instant feedback on my writing. I experimented, tried new […]
Short Story Contest Win
Happy to say that I’ve placed in Grain Literary Magazine’s Short Grain Contest. For me, this is a huge honour. Grain is a legendary magazine in my mind. The story is called Titan Arum. The name refers to something called the corpse flower. By all means, consider buying the issue or subscribing to Grain to […]
The Rebirth of Trent Lewin
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 […]
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 […]