July 2011
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A Day In Moscow
A short train of thought for an art project.
I saw Lenin today.
He has been preserved for public viewing. His body is preserved from decay by an elaborate set of chemicals and treated every other week. There is a rumor, there are those who insist it is not his body, others who swear his brain was removed, revived and is still controlling the Russian Federation. I imagine if...
May 2011
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A Phone Conversation With Google
I had a dream last night about a poppy festival but everyone was naked, wanted to cuddle and was slathered in glue. I thought this to be both charming and slightly sublime. But upon waking you were stuck to whomever you were cuddling with, revealing either joy or regret at the sight of your partner. When I woke in the morning I had to see if this was a real gathering. I called the only person...
January 2011
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What's All The Rumpus?
“I’m carrying all my weight tonight,” he mumbled to himself.
Trudging up and down the boulevards he haunted the space between the neon patches of dandelion fire and quicksand marble archways.
With a garbage can moan and a 10 dollar suit he had watched it all slip away.
Some prey should not elude him.
He was a machine, with a gummed up cerebellum and a grudge against one eyed...
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Write About Fire
It wasn’t so much what I remember about the fire it was it’s presence. Where once there was cold, there was heat, though tangible to the eye the finger would only feel pain should it try to grasp a flame. There was “Quest for Fire” in eighth grade when Mrs. Buehler had a piece of black paper to cover up any and all nudity that would arise in the ensuing 84 minutes (or however long it...
October 2010
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Airports
A short excerpt of something I have been working on for way too long. Dedicated to my lovely sister who will soon be traveling the discounted, economy class, security laden skies.
A voice comes on over the intercom, “Welcome to flight 735 everyone. This is Glen your captain speaking, I have beside me first officer Roger and your flight crew today Delia, Morgan, Tracy and Pat. We’ll...
September 2010
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This Great Society Is Going To Smash →
Check out my piece, “Robbed” and all the other goodness from this incomparable literary journal.
August 2010
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Love Hotels: Mishaps In A South Korean Bathroom
The Daewoo and Hyundai banshees are shrieking out on the overpass. It’s been one month now since I landed in my first excursion out of the familiar. Going from a basement suite in East Vancouver to a nondescript high rise in some run down corner of some nondescript district of an even larger city makes you realize one thing: I could fucking jump. Granted the sights are better than my...
June 2010
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Villainous Skin (complete)
“It is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple.”
—Leonard Cohen- The Favourite Game
One day it was there. Invading my body and using all my resources for its own gain. A truly insidious condition. An evil so malignant it could only have been concocted by a madman bent on destroying the social lives of the human race.
In my ninth grade science class I...
May 2010
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hard times mixtape →
a collection of music.
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The Boxer
“Come see the sensational, supernatural, sidewinding swipes of Sentinel City’s fastest son: The Duke!”
There used to be posters. Slung up to telephone poles, they announced the matches that in their day were the best way to spend a night. In this city under run down hotels, shitty bars, in abandoned warehouses, anywhere we could set up some rope. It was the fire in the streets, illegal yet...
April 2010
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Hillside Hymn
There’s a deaf man tumbling down the hill
his eyes are black and his face is worn still
his hands are tied with the thickest of vines
behind a chair belonging to a relative of mine
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And the blind men struggle out through the night
calling back and forth “I’ve seen the light”
and strain to acclimate their ears
to the deaf man rolling between their peers
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With a mournful yelp...
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The Dress
She knew that dress. In the way that a pilot knows his ground control, they’re on the other end and I hope to god they’re right about all this. Lying there, casually on the oak floor, the dross looked is if it was ready, actively engaging out of the corner of her eye as if it would suddenly slide up onto the bed and she would be sucked into its form. Like a movie on cassette rewinding...
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A Response To "A Man Without A Country"
Check this off the list: 1 Old fashioned glass, 5 parts vodka, 2 parts coffee liqueur (usually Kahlúa), and 3 parts fresh cream (but milk is better). Throw it on the rocks and now you are ready.
Reading Kurt Vonnegut is like a White Russian cocktail. It’s sweet and intriguing but the vodka will kick you in the face when you’re not looking. Then when you’re done a much different often dizzying and...
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Ethics of Waterslides
“There is a darkness that follows some people,” the words echoed in my head as incandescent light from a nearby Esso sign threw haunting glows on the January night. I could do nothing but nod to myself in perfect time with the belabored ford engine.
It’s true in more ways than one, evoking memories and words from others that I have known. There are those who dwell on the palatable void in the...
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Down On The Corner
Your local convenience store is literally a haven for the dispossessed masses of society. Though not just any store will do, you know the one — the store without the gas station. It’s got deals on a variety of unnecessary indulgences. The proximity to a large amount of affordable housing is key, because anyone worth meeting in the confines of cigarettes, energy drinks, and fried...