“the scales of justice” by Sasha at her desk

Sunday October 2, 2016
5 minutes

Justice beats me at badminton
and rubs sunscreen on the bridge of my nose.
Justice puts butter on toast thick like
peanut butter puts ice in a glass high
like a tower.
Justice doesn’t have a clock or a phone or
a laptop only three ring Hilroy notebooks and
mechanical pencils. What more do you need?
Justice likes it spicy
likes it salty
likes it sweet.
Punch to the mouth
Justice says

“special thank you” by Sasha at her desk

Saturday October 1, 2016
5 minutes
A Vista print ad

Mary handwrites her thank you notes. She does laundry on Sundays. She goes to the community centre pool on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She allows herself the time to procrastinate on Saturdays. Mary works at a garden centre as the bookkeeper and accounts manager. She works Monday to Friday, eight thirty to four thirty. She wakes up at seven on weekdays and eight thirty on weekends. She’s usually asleep by ten, unless she’s at her book club, which happens the first Thursday of every month. Then she’s not asleep til eleven. Mary used to think of herself as spontaneous. Now she recognizes that structure makes her life manageable. She likes structures. Spontaneity is only for Saturdays.

I’m ecstatic to announce” by Sasha on her couch

Friday September 30, 2016
5 minutes
A Facebook post

Holds her tongue when she wants to speak when she wants to yell
Holds her hands tight
tight fingers around the truth
She was raised to be
Speaking when spoken
Taking when token
She was raised to be
Sink and shrink and skimp and
chew with your mouth closed
talk with your mouth open
open up and let him in
Holds her tongue when she

“two complimentary movie passes” by Sasha on the plane

Thursday September 29, 2016
5 minutes

It’s just us in the theatre. I bought an extra large popcorn. You brought some raspberries and a big grapefruit Perrier. We sit a row apart, you in front and me behind. I watch as you put berries in your mouth during the previews and slowly open the bottle of Perrier. You glance over your shoulder. I smile down at my popcorn and lick my fingers.

“special thank you” by Julia at her dining table

Saturday October 1, 2016
5 minutes
a Vista print ad

Today Corinne told me to look into his face and tell him what I appreciate about him. I was like, Corinne, I don’t have anything to say that he hasn’t already heard. And she told me I was resisting because I didn’t like that I was being told what to do and not to let the work I have to do on my control issues and ego get in the way of making my partner feel loved. I told her that maybe if she was staring into her husband’s face she would get it and that to do it on command isn’t natural and that he won’t be offended if I save it for when the moment is more organic than this curated experience. Then she told me that every minute I spend resisting her, I spend double the time resisting myself and my feelings and the truth that I might actually have some that I’m too afraid to visit.