“two beautiful faces” by Sasha at the Airbnb in Montreal

Wednesday September 21, 2016
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

“primarily my fault” by Sasha on the bed in Montreal

Tuesday September 20, 2016
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.

“You could fight in the conventional ways” by Sasha at her desk

Monday September 19, 2016
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.

“I forgot how easy this is” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Sunday September 18, 2016
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
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

“I’m in television right now” by Julia on the 99

Friday September 23, 2016
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 stream 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.