“Textures” by Sasha at the Green Beanery


Thursday April 28, 2016
5:52pm
5 minutes
From an Instagram post

my back the topography of the himalayas the andes the rockies
my insides the colour of the deepest places of the sea
it just keeps getting harder
mom is in the kitchen gorging on chocolate chips and
betrayal sister is dancing circles
in the living room
dervish of wonder of bewilderment
i’ll wait for you on the corner the moment the sun sinks
below the horizon

“Woohoo!” By Sasha in the Kiva


Wednesday April 27, 2016
10:39pm
5 minutes
From an e-mail

First I stopped drinking beer. It was a challenge posed in a dream that I dreamt on the Equinox. The challenge was posed by Monica Lewinsky. She wore purple lipstick and had a voice like Patsy Cline and I really trust that combination.

I wouldn’t say I was an alcoholic or anything, but I did drink quite a bit of beer. It’s the social go-to. I can’t help it. Blame it on my generation. At first it sucked, “I’ll just have a cranberry juice!” But then it kind of changed, then it kind of became part of my identity.

I gave up hard stuff, wine…

“We’ve got your back” by Sasha at Macdonell


Tuesday April 26, 2016
11:10pm
5 minutes
from a Suburu ad

Gramma makes apple rose tarts and we aren’t allowed to touch because she’s hosting Bridge tonight and all the ladies are going to get their finger’s into egg salad sandwiches. Me and Ceecee will have to stay in our room right up til bedtime and then we can come down and have one glass of Sprite and say goodnight to everyone. Mrs. McDougall smells like Thin Mints. Mrs. Clementine smells like she might’ve forgotten to change her shirt this week. Mrs. Oliver paints her nails only bright bright pink and Gramma says that colour has been out of fashion since before her First Communion.

“not quite ready for viewing” by Julia at her dining table


Monday May 2, 2016
9:45pm
5 minutes
from leoawards.com

Miriam is working on a masterpiece she is not quite ready to show. She has been behind the curtain for 7 years and she is inspired every day to try and improve it, to make it better, to make sure that it’s perfect. She is getting so good at making the mistakes go away that the masterpiece may soon be on display without flaw and will of course be appreciated more. Miriam does not consider that people waiting for her to complete this masterpiece will have many expectations. She does not let that bother her as she is preoccupied with ensuring that her art is living, breathing, and winning. It must win what ever ribbon is awarded to the winner of the production of a masterpiece. Surely a blue ribbon for dedicating so much time to one thing because there was a vision? Miriam could use a blue ribbon. It’d be nice to be reminded why she stays inside creating without ever showing others her work. Must be a reason why she never feels like it’s good enough to offer.

“Snoop through” by Julia on her couch


Sunday May 1, 2016
3:49pm
5 minutes
from a tweet by Toronto Life

Dear Martina,

This letter is for you so I do hope you come across it. Can I start off by saying that, my god, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You are so honest and trustworthy which is probably why you are so beautiful to me. I know that I could tell you anything and you’d understand, and that you’d be gracious to me by keeping that something as private as possible. I don’t want to neglect to mention how genuine you are, secure of yourself, and deeply noble you are. Thank you for showing me so much sincerity. And if you’re still reading, I want you to know one last thing: please know I feel the OPPOSITE of every single thing I just said about you because I fucking know you let yourself into my e-mail account the other night and I never want to see your unreliable and selfish fucking face ever again.

Love,
Matthew

“first on our list” by Julia on her couch


Saturday April 30, 2016
11:17am
5 minutes
from the PTC newsletter

Hello everyone, welcome, thank you for joining us. We’re so happy you could be here to share in our special day. Neuromica and I have been so supported in the decision to unify since the first turn of the old moon’s last embrace. We sincerely welcome you into our space and into our family, to witness this one true love the two of us have for each other. Thank you for your accountability to us, and with even more gratitude, our accountability to you. We appreciate the community in this union as one that holds us higher than we could possibly get standing on the shoulders of each other alone. First on our list of more specific and directed thanks is the beautiful and warm and all encompassing universe: you are simply radiant this fine afternoon at this 5 star resort in Costa Rica.

“Not anymore” by Sasha on the College streetcar


Monday April 25, 2016
4:11pm
5 minutes
From a podcast

“I’m not gonna take it anymore,” you say and the record skips, you and it (Otis Redding) cousins on your mother’s side.

Elizabeth was so ashamed of her obese mother that she would make her meet her at the train seven blocks from school.

“I’m leaving for real,” you say and I wonder how many calories are in Marshmallow Fluff and if calories even matter at this point.

Elizabeth got her period before the rest of us, nipples chafing men’s V necks. She got excused from gym because of cramps.

You only want to eat eggplant dip and stale pita chips and frozen shrimp. You only want to see reruns of “Mad About You.”

“you can do the first half” by Sasha on the 401


Sunday April 24, 2016
2:56pm
5 minutes
From an e-mail

Sarah had freckles all over her face, like so many Seven Sister constellations, all overlapping. She had big teeth and a big laugh and the smallest wrists I’d ever seen. Her tummy caved inwards. Convex and concave, we were a yin yang, a different kind, monkeys chasing tails and swinging on tires round and round. Sarah would fight with the boys and tease the girls when they cried but she wouldn’t tease me. Nuh uh. She wouldn’t tease me.