Saturday September 24, 2016
12:50pm
5 minutes
Report on Business in the Globe and Mail
Some secrets about us are that we panic when our comfort has been shifted when one of us breaks the hold or one of us yanks a leg out of the entanglement peace is restored easily some other things we do when no one is looking is fall asleep in each other’s soft and build a home where dreams are framed and hung on the wall
“two beautiful faces” by Sasha at the Airbnb in Montreal
Wednesday September 21, 2016
10:12am
5 minutes
Overheard on Av. Girouard
the NICU beeps and wails and whispers
the nurses scrubs have cats and flowers on them
the babies are so small
so new
how were they ready to be born?
the babies are so strong
so new
they were ready to be born
at least that’s what i
tell myself
washing a pear for my sister
filling her water bottle
rubbing her neck
at least that’s what i
tell myself
walking by the darkened rooms
code indigo taped on the door
mothers and fathers and families
like angel zombies
tired eyes and microwave dinners
sanitize the hands
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“primarily my fault” by Sasha on the bed in Montreal
Tuesday September 20, 2016
12:43am
5 minutes
from a text
The flight was long and bumpy. Veronica had a headache that stretched all the way down her spine. She had the middle seat. She had to pee but didn’t want to disturb the sleeping woman beside her so she held it until she couldn’t any longer and then got to the bathroom and there was a line. She’d never flown this airline. The plane felt like it was put together with pipe cleaners and a glue stick. Veronica pees and then flushes and goes to wash her hands. The sink is clogged. She knows that her hand sanitizer is on her dressing table back at her apartment. She wrinkles her nose. She returns to her seat where the woman has miraculously fallen into a deep sleep, head on her fold out tray.
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“You could fight in the conventional ways” by Sasha at her desk
Monday September 19, 2016
9:41pm
5 minutes
The Deep
Nick Cutter
You could do this in the conventional way but you don’t.
You invite a stranger over way after the sun’s gone down.
You let him in through the shared door and hold your fingers to your lips
so that your downstairs neighbours aren’t alarmed.
Do they keep tabs on you?
Do they hear you?
You lead the stranger upstairs and the stranger kisses you
harder than you want to be kissed.
You go to the bathroom and splash water on your face and
you look tired.
You look really tired.
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“I forgot how easy this is” by Sasha at her kitchen table
Sunday September 18, 2016
9:52pm
5 minutes
overheard at the waterfront theatre
I forgot how easy it was to move from one place to another
drifting like clouds across the dawn
like tumbleweeds over the desert
I forgot how easy it is to sail over treetops
over shrubs
over dogs howling for their dinner.
I never considered myself a gypsy
too intent to carve home.
I never liked living out of a suitcase
til now.
Something so freeing about not having any
things
about having all I need
(a good book, a pen, a notebook a toothbrush, some underwear, a t-shirt, boots, jeans, a clean towel)
with me at all times
ready to soar
ready to land
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“I’m in television right now” by Julia on the 99
Friday September 23, 2016
6:13pm
5 minutes
overheard on the 99
Been refocusing my brain on things I should want based on who around me has connections. I assume this is the best approach because it will limit the decisions I actually have to make on my own. I will be able to steam line my focus so I don’t have to spend countless hours trying to figure out: WHAT IS MY LIFE PATH ON THIS GOD FORSAKEN SHIT HOLE OF A PLANET??
Doesn’t that make the most sense? Stop fighting the system and work with it. Start letting my interaction with others dictate what I love to do. You say you’re in television? I’m writing a sitcom! You say you’re in physiotherapy? I write pamphlets on rehab treatments! You say you’re an events planner? I officiate weddings! This is a good idea.
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“I’ll do your reading and then email it to you” By Julia on her couch
Thursday September 22, 2016
9:37pm
5 minutes
livewithmoxy.com
From here I can tell you what you are to me what I feel when I think of you and what I see when I call your face to my mind. I cannot tell you what you feel or what you’re going through. I cannot say for certain what to suggest that might help or what might happen to you or where you’ll go or who you’ll become. All I know is what I know about you from what you’ve let me see. The parts you’ve shown me in the dark when it felt safe and then stayed into the morning while we sat together and ate breakfast. You are going to be so good because you are now so good already so good that you will get better you will improve you will learn you will grow. And all I can say is you’ve always been this good. And if you’re going to be so good and that so good you will be is better than the good you are now then it is a saving grace in this world. Because you have never sacrificed that. Never once betrayed that. I can’t say who you’ll be in a year but what you are to me today is everything everything everything.
