Photo by Anna Sui The Moonbean café, unyielding and un-air-conditioned sits right at the border of Kensington Market in Toronto, Canada. For as long as I remember, which isn’t too long in the grand schemes of things when the scheme is the scale of Toronto, it’s been...
Photo by Shawn.ccf / Shutterstock.com At the SkyTrain station, you press your back against a gas explosion’s ghost. Roundhouse, City Center, Waterfront. You are from the Shield constellation, I have decided. Of your fingers on your shopping bag and your cervical spine...
If we were not divorcing, you’d gaze with expectation of my response when telling me that large fragments from outer space crash onto earth, create craters that never fill, except with a perennial stream. If we were not discussing lawyers and fees and settlements in...
He worries about his mother reciting a list of salad leaves at her apartment door, about the silvering of the hairs at his temple and on his chin, and about the 12,000 green parakeets that shouldn’t be here. ‘What if they ate all the other birds?’ my partner asks me,...
“Smoke Hole Historic Marker” by Jimmy Emerson, DVM is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0 In the fall, we go camping; we drive for five hours to get to Smoke Hole, West Virginia, even though there are plenty of campsites around Baltimore, even though there are beach...
Photo by Charles Rispin / Welly Club, Beverley Rd, Hull / CC BY-SA 2.0 I want to tell the story about the two boys I saw at a Pigeon Detectives concert, stacked together like a totem pole, arms spread wide while the audience milled under them like clumsy, bumbling...
