“If you look for the truth outside yourself, It gets farther and farther away. Today walking alone, I meet it everywhere I step. It is the same as me, yet I am not it. Only if you understand it in this way Will you merge with the way things are.” – Tung-Shan
The Point . . . → Read More: PostArctica: Walk # 18 – The Point Part 4
I found this little gem on my Twitter feed via timehop. Part of me wishes it were fiction. It’s always an adventure when you’re me.
I wanted to write to you, to tell you that I’m trying really hard to be positive right now. That I’m trying really hard to think about the things that can go right instead of the things that have gone wrong. I wanted to write and tell you about my friend who’s had his heart . . . → Read More: centre of the universe: A letter
A Story About Crows for @lizzers_ Once Upon a Time, I lived far north of here in a “ranch-style bungalow” on a hill in a city bound by a river. The city itself still had many Wild Places. Not the kind of wild places where one might go after a night in one’s cups, but . . . → Read More: centre of the universe: Three Stories
I leave the doctor’s office, where I have just been shirtless in front of two men I have never met. I’m feeling a little scared, because in meeting with this doctor, I have basically consented to surgery. Elective surgery, but elective surgery that may change my life and make it possible for me to run, . . . → Read More: centre of the universe: Two Princes
To celebrate Storytelling Month, I’m going to tell you at least one story per week in February. These are all true stories. I don’t think I’ve ever told this story before. Maybe I have and I’ve just reached that stage of perpetual awesomeness where my memory of stories is like that thing that things get . . . → Read More: centre of the universe: Storytelling Month – The Basement
Why International White Trash Week only lasts one night.
To celebrate Storytelling Month, I’m going to tell you at least one story per week in February. These are all true stories. Every day at noon, the bells in the fire hall in Climax (the town in southeastern Saskatchewan that was home to my mum, and to me every summer, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, and most . . . → Read More: centre of the universe: Storytelling Month – Grandmothers
I was tagged by my friend Julian (@saskajules) to post five photos for five consecutive days. Actually, the challenge didn’t say anything about consecutive days; it just said five days. We *assume* it means consecutive days. But really, one could post five photos during five arbitrarily chosen days. Most of the time when people say . . . → Read More: centre of the universe: Despite all my rage
I was tagged by my friend Julian (@saskajules) to post five photos for five days in a row. Look there. Look right there, in the palm of my hand. What do you see? Nothing Look again. Just dirt, I guess. There in the palm of my hand is promise. There is history. There is hope. . . . → Read More: centre of the universe: The Whole Wide World
I’ve been challenged to post five pictures in five days by Julian (@saskajules). Jean-Antoine Houdon’s (not HODOR as I muttered under my breath as I read the tag) “La Frileuse/Winter”. This was taken at the Metropolitan Museum of Art when I was in New York last week. I kind of love her. The curve of . . . → Read More: centre of the universe: La Frileuse / Winter
She was an energetic child, running ahead of her parents everywhere they went. She was full of laughter and joy and her long golden hair flew behind her as she ran. She was a child of the sun. They tried, one summer, to put her on one of those leashes for children. It was at . . . → Read More: centre of the universe: Pale Yellow
The club was hot, smoky. Bass reverberated off of everyone’s sternum. The lineup for the ladies’ was around the corner and the gents just sprinted upstairs to piss in the alley. She sat at a sticky table. She wore a red satin dress. She wanted to leave. Then you sat down across from her. You . . . → Read More: centre of the universe: When I say that something
My granddad is in this photo. He’s the kid perched on the plough. It’s his father driving the car. David Henry. My granddad ended up looking just like him. Uncle Reg is beside David Henry, and their neighbours are standing … Continue reading →
As we celebrate International Mother Earth Day 2013, these are some of the faces of climate change from around the world: Via Earthday.org: Climate change can seem like a remote problem for our leaders, but the fact is that it’s already impacting real people, animals, and beloved places. These Faces […]
The post International Mother . . . → Read More: The Canadian Progressive: International Mother Earth Day 2013: The Faces of Climate Change
Yeah. I fucking WON that shit. I wrote over 50,000 words of a novel in 30 days. Technically, in fewer than 30 days, but who’s counting? Other than me. Now. I should tell you, I started a bit late. And … Continue reading → . . . → Read More: centre of the universe: WINNING!
Madeline stops dead in her tracks when she opens the door. The man in the doorway is tall, strong-built, with wire-rim glasses and a shaved head. He carries a case of beer under one arm. Madeline’s mouth is still hanging … Continue reading →
The lecture goes on, but unfortunately the video doesn’t; this is too bad, because then Vonnegut describes Kafka’s The Metamorphosis: Poor old Gregor Samsa. Not only does he start really low on the GI-axis (good fortune, ill fortune), he turns … Continue reading →
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I don’t remember exactly when it was he told me how he felt, but after I knew, I couldn’t stop looking at him. I stole glances whenever I could. He lived further from me than many of my other friends, … Continue reading →