As I’ve aged I’ve become less shy about voicing my opinion. Here’s an incensed email I sent to Microsoft support on the general shittiness of the OneDrive web interface. The...
On An Apology
In Thursday’s Globe and Mail opinion piece Margaret Wente asks: “Would you apologize to Omar Khadr?” My answer: Yes. This wasn’t a particularly hard decision to make. Yes, the...
As I Sit at the Bar,
your mouth mirrors their laughter; unseen, through mime you wish to join, enlarge their circle – enrich their day through your presence. But you are ignored. They do not need your smiles to...
Girl on Canal
You kick orange – high-tops painting circles in the air Dance with abandon as that Chinese line cook down the corner takes his one last drag, rights his paper-boat hat, and dives back into his...
Your eyes have died
inside you; blank, pure blind – those of terrified dolls in a Chinatown window, staring down a plastic frog over penny stones, while a battery dog glows pink and moop moop moop moops next to...