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…

CBC Short Story Prize Longlist!

Hi all, really privileged to have made the short story prize longlist for the CBC contest. Just released today: 32 people have been shortlisted out of about 2,400 submissions. This is actually the second year straight I’ve been longlisted in this contest! If you’re up for it, have a look here and you can see…

Wife to Nut

            Mary is fifty pounds overweight. The building she works in is forty-seven storeys tall, but she only sees the lobby. She has calculated how many people work in a forty-seven storey building. It must be hundreds, but she never sees any of them, because her time behind the security guard desk is a night…